[Mycroft doesn't respond again, at least not yet. He is busy doing other things; namely, trying to find his little brother and make sure that he's not been killed via association with some poxy little army doctor.
Neither does Sherlock's phone reply either, not right away.]
Excuse me? Hey, mate-- [A cockney man, perhaps around twenty with several piercings and a skateboard, stops beside him.] --you okay, mate? You having a heart attack? Jesus. Mate? Can you hear me?
[As the man is speaking, another text comes through.]
FROM: Sherlock Holmes. I understand. Be there, 8pm sharp.
[Unfortunately for John, Oxford Street is forty minutes by car from the Diogenes Club, a good ten miles in city centre traffic, and it's already 7.]
I've put the Diogenes Club on Carlton Terrace bc that's what was used for exterior shots in the show
Neither does Sherlock's phone reply either, not right away.]
Excuse me? Hey, mate-- [A cockney man, perhaps around twenty with several piercings and a skateboard, stops beside him.] --you okay, mate? You having a heart attack? Jesus. Mate? Can you hear me?
[As the man is speaking, another text comes through.]
FROM: Sherlock Holmes. I understand. Be there, 8pm sharp.
[Unfortunately for John, Oxford Street is forty minutes by car from the Diogenes Club, a good ten miles in city centre traffic, and it's already 7.]