Mrs. Hudson gave a smile but then it faded. "I'm afraid that Sherlock needs to think for a moment. She usually does this, nothing to worry about. She'll come around soon." As soon as Mrs. Hudson said that Sherlock froze and snapped her fingers. She grabbed her coat and scarf and ran out the door. Mrs. Hudson was a bit startled but was used to Sherlock's random outburst's of strangeness. She sighed softly and put the cups back on the try and picked it up. "Follow her would you dearie? I don't want her getting hurt... She may be able to take care of herself but... I worry about her sometimes..." The old woman sighed softly as she descended the stairs and back into her apartment where she put the tea in a microwave to later heat up for Sherlock when needed.<br/><br/>A text would come to Watson's phone: "Meet me at crime scene, you'll find it easily. -S"<br/><br/>Sherlock tried to hail a cab but none of them were stopping for her, so she took to running. She was running back to the crime scene where no doubt it would still be there. She arrived in a few short minutes and sped through security and up the stairs in the apartment in which the man was pushed. She looked at the window puzzled for a brief moment. "This isn't right... None of it is correct..." She said as she paced the room once more. After a few steps she stopped at a squeaky part in the floor covered by a rug, she looked down and quickly removed the rug away from what was a hidden door, she smiled to herself. Sherlock pried the door open and hopped down into the secret room, where she did in fact found a shrine of God. She picked up a note on the altar and read it. It read "The antichrist has risen. Your God is dead." Sherlock pocketed the note and spoke out loud. "So the clues in the other crime scene didn't link that this was a cult... This was Catholics being sought out by a cult due to the will of their 'anti-christ'... Interesting..." She spoke to herself.