[Right. Well, then. John blinks a few times, nodding to himself. Not-Anthea hands over the key, not even looking at Sherlock, and moves to take the front seat next to the driver. John finds a set of clothes sitting on the floor at his feet. He breathes a sigh of relief at that, picking it up and setting it in his lap for the drive.]
Why are we going to the British Museum?
[He doesn't have anywhere else particular to be, but when Sherlock has accommodations elsewhere, it seems an odd choice.]
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Why are we going to the British Museum?
[He doesn't have anywhere else particular to be, but when Sherlock has accommodations elsewhere, it seems an odd choice.]