It’s the news coverage that changes everything. His final blog post only gets the news out to its existing readers; but it’s the blurry photographs of a rainy funeral and the articles — humiliating in the Daily Mail’s case, sensitive in the Times’ — that gets the word out to London at large. He turns down quite a few requests for interviews, runs up against an entire petition of emails protesting the shutting down of his blog (he brings it back in response, but locks it and hasn’t looked at it since), and gets a number of alternatively disturbing and heart-warming calls from strangers full of sympathy and clichéd words of consolation. He wants none of it.
He makes an exception, though, without even realising it, for the lovely woman who sits next to him on the Tube and notices the way he Isn’t Looking at the newspaper in the hands of the man across from him, or its the large photograph of Sherlock Holmes and its boldfaced headline: INTERNET DETECTIVE DIES UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES.
This is amazing
and now I am crying
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untitled post-Reichenbach thing before the episode airs and kills my headcanon
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