"Midnight, what are you doing?" Evensley called after you. She sprinted up to you. "We want to go away from the crash sight! I've rigged it to blow!"

SHe stood still, "it seems too perfect.." she shook her head, "How close could I get?"

"A few more feet at most." Evens said, looking at her wristwatch. "And in three... two... one..."
An explosion shook the ground and a cloud of black smoke appeared in the distance.
"We are officially dead." she said. "Now we just need to make a shelter and a fire before it gets dark."

She reached into her pocket and took out the earrings, giving one to Evens, "Will you communicate with me? I'll find you somehow."

"Sherlock wouldn't murder someone. He brings murderers to justice." John said. "He's the world's only consulting detective."
Sherlock closed his eyes. "I observe everything. From what I observe, I deduce everything. When I've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how mad it might seem, must be the truth." he said.
"Did you know about the dead man down stairs?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Nevermind. What's the plan?"

"Okay."

"Thanks" she ran off, going to investigate the crash site by climbing a tree near it

"No." Sherlock said, rising from his chair.

"Well then would you like to take a look?" I run my finger along the edge of the knife blade and wait for an answer