"Oh but you're the one who made him sound so stupid, you know," Jim pointed out. "And you've been sitting here in this window the entire time. He could have looked up before, but didn't. Even I wouldn't have calculated a high probability of him glancing up here now! Oh but he is such a good boy. You do vex him so, don't you?"

Jim sat himself down by the fire and assumed Sherlock's usual deductive positioning. Fingers pressed together in a steeple under his chin, but eyes focused steadily on the door before they closed.

He looked almost heavenly.

John's image disappeared from the camera as he charged up the stairs but even the lush furnishings of the room couldn't keep the sound out of him charging up the hollow stairs on the otherwise hollow building.

There was a shot to follow. Loud.

Jim reached a hand towards Sherlock. "Don't go chewing your tongue, love. It's just a tranquilizer. Death can be so boring so early in the game!"