Binary. Binary code. Simple as that. The letters were in binary code. As I look to my used-to-be classmates, they seemed astomished as I began to decipher the letter I recieved from Missus Hudson, our old math teacher. I simply sigh to myself as I read through it, trying to figure out which letters and words were formed in the lines of zeros and ones. "She's not dead," I paraphrase, still trying to read through the seemingly randomly placed numbers. I shake my head, "This is just..." I trail off, trying to think of anyone, or thing, that could keep her captive. I quickly go back to the letter, trying to make out words from this computer code. I quickly look up, "Moriarty." I said it simply and quietly. James Moriarty -- Jim to most. The horrid being had killed himself three years before this day, and Missus Hudson was still being held under his control. Who would have thought that his commands would continue after his death, and the one of a Mister Sherlock Holmes.
