A couple of days later at Basil's flat, the Illustrated London Mouse newspaper has been framed and nailed up above the fireplace mantel in the place where Ratigan's portrait once stood. In the photo, Basil and Dawson are kneeling before Queen Moustoria. The headline beside it reads Queen Honors Detective and the rest had several information such as Queen praises Detective Basil, medal to be given and Time runs out for Ratigan.

"To be thanked by the Queen herself," Dawson mused at the newspaper photo. "Oh, how very thrilling. Eh, Basil?"

A pleased Basil grins at the bell he had stolen from Ratigan days ago on Big Ben before placing it up on the mantle as a souvenir. "All in a day's work, Doctor," he said. "Although I must admit, it's not often that I'm invited to Buckingham Palace."

"Oh, Dr. Dawson, Miss Relda, you were wonderful!" Olivia said kindly.

Dawson and Relda both chuckled bashfully.

"Indeed," replied Hiram Flaversham.

"And don't forget the brave efforts of our British government and to Scotland Yard," added Relda, gesturing to the two gentlemen in the room.

"We're always on the job, Ma'am," Lawless boasted.

"How are your wounds, Basil?" Clifford asked, slightly concerned.

"Healing perfectly. You should thank Dawson for his surgeon skills, brother," Basil responded, gesturing to Dawson who waved off the compliment.

"Oh Basil, Olivia and I want to give you this." Hiram presented the detective a gift-wrapped package.

Basil accepted it with feeble protest, "Oh! Uh...ahem...this is quite unnecessary."

"It isn't nearly enough but..." Hiram paused, full of emotion.

Basil carefully unwrapped and opened the package. To his surprise as well as everyone else's, it was a brand new violin. Basil gasps in delight, "Why...a new Mousivarius!" Immediately, he takes out the instrument and begins to play a short beautiful tune. "Oh, marvelous tone! Well, I don't know what to say."

"How about thank you?" Relda suggested. "Olivia and I did owe you a new violin."

Everyone in the room chuckled heartily, until Hiram glances at his pocket watch. "Oh, my! We're late to catch our train," he said, and then placed his watch in his coat pocket. "Come along, Olivia."

"Yes, Father," Olivia said, before she gives Basil one last hug. "Goodbye, Basil. I...I'll never forget you." She sniffled, on the verge of tears.

A warm smile lit up Basil's expression as he tenderly placed his hands on her shoulders. "Nor I you. Miss...Miss Flanghanger."

Olivia was surprised at first, but then shook her head at him.

"Whatever," chuckled Dawson.

"Goodbye, Relda. I'll miss you most of all," Olivia sniffled, while she gave the diva a hug.

"And I'll miss you as well," Relda said tenderly, giving the little girl a genuine embrace, feeling her own eyes tear up.

As soon as the two female mice parted, Olivia turned to Dawson to give him a farewell hug. "Goodbye, Dr. Dawson," she said.

"Goodbye, my dear," Dawson replied, genuinely patting her on the head.

As Olivia made her way up the small staircase, she said her goodbyes to Mrs. Judson, Inspector Lawless and Clifford.

"Goodbye, young lady," said Clifford, smiling.

"Goodbye, Miss Flapjacks," Lawless said, before realizing he mispronounced her name. "D'oh! Now you got me doing, Basil," he frowned slightly, while the detective chuckled amusingly.

"Goodbye, child," said Mrs. Judson, kindly opening the door for her.

When Olivia made it to the door, she stopped abruptly to whisper, "Goodbye" and she left the flat, closing the door on her way out.

No sooner had she gone, Basil felt slightly choked up at the Flavershams' parting. "Well, uh...ahem..." he sniffled, trying to hold in his emotions, "not a bad little girl, actually."

"Not at all," agreed Dawson.

"Well, I better get back to the Yard. I hope the superintendent will give me a day off as a reward for arresting Ratigan's gang," Lawless announced, placing his hat upon his head and was heading for the door until he paused. "Perhaps next time, I could solve another case quickly before you do, Mr. Basil," he smirked at the detective.

Basil chuckled amusingly at the inspector. "We shall see, Inspector," he added, just as the inspector walked out the door. "Well, brother, it appears you and I are on the path of stopping crime," he mused to his elder brother while he put on his coat and top hat.

"The only path I intend to take is the door through the Diogenes Club, which I shall close behind," Clifford huffed, but then he stopped and, not wanting to seem rude, turned to shake his younger brother's hand. "Bravo, brother of mine," he said proudly, and he exited the flat.

"I should be getting on home too," Relda commented, placing her hat upon her head. Then she glided towards Basil. His eyes stared longingly at her and her eyes matched his own. "I know you're a bachelor and you're more focused on your work, but you know I'm not like other women and I can wait forever," she said, and he nodded knowing this was true. But then he was caught off guard by her embrace. "Goodnight Basil of Baker Street, and goodbye," she whispered, as she parted from him.

"I do hope we meet again, Miss Relda, and I shall look forward to our encounters," Basil replied fondly, giving her delicate hand a kiss.

"Farewell, Dr. Dawson," said Relda, shaking hands with Dawson.

"Farewell, my dear," replied Dawson, as he kissed her hand goodbye.

As Relda walked to the open door, she looked back to blow a kiss in Basil's direction and then glided out of the flat.

"I'm going to miss that child and that wonderful lady," sighed Mrs. Judson, as she retired to the kitchen.

"As am I, Mrs. Judson," agreed Basil, until he felt something in his pocket and pulled out a photograph of Relda. He realized that she must have slipped it into his robe pocket to leave something to remember her by. "As am I," he whispered, as he placed her photograph on the mantle beside the bell.

Sighing, Dawson knew it was his turn to say farewell and depart. "Well, it's time I was on my way too." He put his bowler hat on his head.

"But...um..." Basil croaked, not wanting the doctor to leave. "But I thought-"

"Well the case is over and...perhaps it's...perhaps it's best I found my own living quarters," Dawson finished, putting his jacket on.

"But-" Basil tried to object, but he was cut off by a knock at the door. "Now who could that be?" he asked, slightly annoyed.

Dawson opened the door and was met by a beautiful lady mouse with blue eyes and dressed in green, but she looked quite distressed and held a tissue in her hand. "Is this the home of the famous Basil of Baker Street?" she asked.

"Indeed it is, Miss," Dawson explained, politely taking off his hat to greet her, but he frowned sympathetically at her. "You look as if you're in some trouble."

"Oh, I am," the lady mouse insisted tearfully, as she used her tissue to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "I am."

"Then you've come to precisely the right place," consoled Dawson.

"Ah!" Basil cried happily, springing up behind Dawson and taking this opportunity to convince the doctor to stay. "Allow me to introduce my trusted associate, Dr. Dawson, with whom I do all my cases. Isn't that right, Doctor?" he asked hopefully.

"Huh? What?" Dawson stuttered, completely speechless. As he turned to Basil, the detective kindly offered a hand of partnership to him, to which Dawson took his hand and acceptingly shook it, sealing their partnership. "Yes, yes. By all means."

Basil chuckled and then tugged at his necktie, before he immediately turned serious to get straight to the point of the lady mouse's visit. "As you can see, Dawson, this young lady has just arrived from the Hampstead district..."

As he spoke, Toby stood outside of Basil's flat and lifted an ear to listen in on everything his master had deduced by the lady mouse's arrival. The basset hound smiled and nodded eagerly as he continued listening, despite the delicate soothing violin music of Sherlock Holmes playing his violin from upstairs in the window.

"...and is troubled about the disappearance of an emerald ring missing from the third finger of her right hand," Basil kept on. "Now, tell me the story and pray, be precise."

From that time on, Basil and I were a close team. And over the years, we had many cases together. But I shall always look back on that first, with the most fondest, my introduction to Basil of Baker Street, a Great Mouse Detective.

THE END

Goodbye so soon
And isn't it a shame
We know by now that time knows how to fly
So here's goodbye so soon
We'll go our separate ways
With time so short I'll say so long
And go
So soon
Goodbye

Goodbye so soon
And isn't it a shame
We know by now that time knows how to fly
So here's goodbye so soon
We'll go our separate ways
With time so short I'll say so long
And go
So soon
Goodbye