Night was falling on London when a young woman got out of her favourite tea shop. Cold was biting on the end of year 1889, and Irene Adler thought how enjoyable could be a cup of tea on that moment. But she had first to return to her room at the Grand Hotel. She had missed this town during her trip to United States, and it was good to be back, even if the weather was not particularly pleasant.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the man who was 50 meters away from her. He was a past master at following the Woman, after all, he was the world's greatest detective. Disguised in an old and bearded man, he looked at her back, and could see creeps on her neck. The air was indeed colder than every other day of this terrible winter, but looking at her, it has never been sweeter to him. Miss Adler turned the corner of the street, and when he wanted to do the same, she had disappeared. However, it was a blind alley. He watched everywhere, she couldn't have vanished, could she?

Suddenly, the man felt that someone was standing behind him, a woman, the Woman. Kissing him on the cheek, she whispered in his ear, "Goodnight, Mr Holmes."

Once again, she had won.

THE END.