Now that he was back home in London and no longer having his brain slowly melted out his ears by teaching dozens of small creatures, Sherlock found himself to be bored. Terribly, terribly bored ( Read more... )

It would be nice to say that Sherlock had been sleeping at this time at night, morning really. But that was not the case. Instead, he was busy trying to come up with a logical reason for why everyone was acting so out of the ordinary ( Read more... )

Once Ms. Cushing's other sister's address had been tracked down, it was only a matter of driving there. Which brought up how the lack of decent public transportation was something Sherlock loathed about this country ( Read more... )

It would seem that distance from the island had no effect on the changes it might inflict upon it's inhabitants. Sherlock knew this because this morning he woke up feeling just a bit different from usual ( Read more... )

Mycroft was in town. In the same building as him for the duration of the weekend.

This meant Sherlock played the violin angrily until finally collapsing on his bed in an overly dramatic fashion that probably made John thank any and all deities in the area.

But that was last night and this is the morning. A quiet, quiet morning.

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