Baltimore, Sunday Afternoon
While the boys and the girls of Fandom met up with old friends and enemies, Holmes and Watson were elsewhere. John had, of all things, heard of something through his therapist - something monstrous and a little disturbing, which is why he had known it'd be exactly up Sherlock's alley.
And so there they were, far away from brunches and merriment - or at least the merriment of the children of Fandom, because Sherlock was rarely in a better mood than when there were gruesome murders to examine.
It was the sort of thing you got used to.
"So this woman opens up her door, and finds a cardboard box," he said. "She opens it up, rips off the ticker tape, and finds two ears..."
And so there they were, far away from brunches and merriment - or at least the merriment of the children of Fandom, because Sherlock was rarely in a better mood than when there were gruesome murders to examine.
It was the sort of thing you got used to.
"So this woman opens up her door, and finds a cardboard box," he said. "She opens it up, rips off the ticker tape, and finds two ears..."