221b Baker Streer, London - Sunday Morning

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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

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[justhisblogger]

There was only so much time you could spend being stared at by a tall woman before you woke up.

That was the scientific discovery that John made.

"Wha--" He veered up in bed, one hand groping instinctually for his service pistol. "Who are you?!"

[3patchproblem]

"Why are you the same?" Sherlock demanded, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to glare John into submission. It had yet to work, but he held out hope.

[justhisblogger]

"I-- what?" What? "Of course I'm the same!" John said, indignantly, and more than a little bit confused. (He paid a few coins to another legendary British figure while he did so.)

[3patchproblem]

"Obviously." It was possible Sherlock was trying to wither any and all vegetation with the power of his disdain at that moment. Luckily no plants lived within the flat.

Because Sherlock kept trying to test things on them.