[John quickly scribbles Sherlock's mobile number on a sticky note and hands it off to Mr. Saveau.]

The name of the hotel would help. Immensely. Just close the door on your way out.

[He has to run to catch up with Sherlock, snagging his coat downstairs.]

Y'know, someday, someone's going to rob us when we leave them in the flat alone.

[John raises a hand to try to hail a cab driving by, but seems to miss it.]

Do you even know where we're going? They didn't say.