-Sherlock's PoV-

While Toast made us the tea that he randomly offered out of nowhere, I decided to sneak a look at their bedrooms. Ghost didn't notice, he was still acting all flustered in the corner for some reason. "Watson, if they ask, I'm in the bathroom." he nodded and I crept up the stairs.

The first bedroom was Toasts, I could tell because there were actual books in the room, including a journal on one of the top shelves. it was dusty and covered in scratches which looked like knife scratches. A few of the pages had scratched on them, but I never stopped to read any of the pages, I pocketed it, obviously. I mean I was positively certain Toast wasn't using it if it was gathering dust on the top shelf of a forgotten bookcase. The rest of the room was normal, apart from a few... Oddities scattered around the room. There was a pot of mac and cheese under the bed, made me woozy when I tasted it, possible a drug or drug induced. He also had a list of emergency contacts made out to 'anyone caught in here at the wrong time', and the only two phone numbers on it were his and the cops right by a landline phone.

Ghost's room had the same note in it, honestly, it was queer. Ghosts room was sloppier and one of the windows were open. I poked around a bit to find a small stash of knives, which was a weird thing to be into, and a closet of just pants and t-shirts. There was something brownish red and blue in the laundry basket, but I ignored it.

When I went back downstairs, I felt like I was in a void of in between on the two. Ghost gave me a glance when I game down, I could've sworn his eyes flashed blood red for a second, but when I blinked they were their natural caramel brown.

"That... Took you awhile." He said, giving me a look.

"Yes, yes it did." I said, sitting back down next to John, "So when will Toast be done with the tea?"

"Not too much longer... I don't actually know what he's making, though... If it's that one peppermint I'll-" He said, walking into the kitchen, and leaving us two strangers alone in their living room.

"John, they have the weirdest stuff in their rooms," I whispered as soon as he was out of the room.

"Wh-like what?"

"Drug-filled mac and cheese, knives, and a list of two phone numbers in both rooms... Oh, and a journal which I grabbed." I said, showing him the journal.

"Wow. Have you read it yet?"

"Nope, waiting until we get back."

"Alright then..." We waited a bit longer before hearing some crashing in the other room. Naturally, we jumped up and dashed into the other room, seeing Ghost had dropped his teacup and was avoiding stepping on a sea of glass while in a corner by the stoves.

"I wish I had on my combat boots on..." He almost growled, watching the tea ooze closer to him, light blue china poking out of it. Toast was trying some blocks of wood to his dress shoes.

"Tea's ready, in case you were wondering." Toast said, stepping through the china, wood blocks protecting his feet, picking his friend up bride style (ignoring his face going beet red) and placed him down on the other side, poured him another cup, and went to get some cleaning supplies.

Ghost took a couple sips of tea, practically chugging it, "you must really like that tea..." John noted from next to me. Ghost nodded, suddenly remembering we were there.

"Its... Just one of my favorite kinds. Plus, tea calms my nerves. I always bring a thermos when we go on missions, just in case." He saw we were looking at him and looked into his cup, and just stared at it as if he were thinking... Or talking to someone.

I remembered the rusty piece of clothing in Ghost's room and all the knives and felt something click. I turned and started running to get a closer look. John and Ghost followed me, but when I reached Ghost's room, I pointed at Ghost.

"You, stay out of here," I told him, and he scrunched up his face.

"Hold it, that's my room! You can't search it without-"

"Do you know how England's laws work?"

"I... No."

"Stay out here, or I will bring the police force, and I don't think they'll like your secrets." He flinched so hard, I could've sworn his eyes went red again, but this time one stayed that way. He glared at me and stomped away.

"Quick, go in," I told John, shoving him in. "We have about three minutes before he realizes I don't have that control over the police force if my theory is incorrect."

"And if it is right?" John asked me as we snuck in.

"Then he won't care and we'll have less."

"Great. A possible... What is it this time?" He questioned as I went through his laundry.

"Psychopathic murderer who carries a knife. You met him earlier." I told him and he paled instantly.

"What?"

"And with maybe MPD or something..."

"Sherlock there's a flaw there. I saw Casket's face up front, he almost literally spoke in my ear, Ghost and Casket don't look or sound alike."

"Maybe not exactly, but what's this doing in his room?" I asked, pulling out a baggy blue hoodie, covered in bloodstains.

"You were right... How much time to we have?"

"About twenty seconds if I'm right." I told him, looking at my watch, "make that 15."

"How are we-"

"Out the window, John!" I told him, jumping onto the roof and running across, John directly behind me.

Laughter seeped through the windows of the Paranormal Investigator Extrodenare's house, and I couldn't help but smile.

"John, things are getting interesting," I told him, smiling, and he got the point. We just started one heck of a ride, and the only way off was to win.

I wonder who else knows?

--Toast's PoV--

"Looks like we're moving houses again," I told the pinned-down Jimmy Casket as he desperately swung his knife at the window before managing to chuck it a couple meters.

"Well, where to, Johnny-boy?"

"There's a basement room in this one place... 221B Baker's Street. Maybe we could check it out?" I cleared my throat, "we as in... Not you."

"Righty! Sounds good, better go pack up before we have all of Scotland Yard on our heels." He said, standing up and going to pack. In minutes we were ready to leave, but I couldn't find Jimmy's old journal...

I couldn't help but get a bad feeling about where it might be.