The screen is black. A woman’s voice cuts through. It’s Molly’s voice.
“Forward? Or Backward?”
A blinding white light floods the darkness. A pulsating heartbeat.
“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.
White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward. John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue. The christening, backward. The birth, backward. The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand. The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.
Roll Title Credits.