"How is it you remember speeches like that and have trouble remembering that the earth revolves around the sun?" John asked, exasperated as he followed Sherlock down the stairs. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but he could hold himself together, he was pretty sure at least. As if on cue, Mrs Hudson appeared to yell after them for answers and ended up having her voice follow them back into the snow to remind them that she was not going to clean up any more messes like the one she had just experienced a few hours before. And to mind themselves because it was cold.

The snow was falling and laying in their hair as Sherlock called for a cab with barely a wave of an arm and John tumbled in with him.

Back to Southwark they went, power back on and lights working properly thank god so that the cab only had to compete with the freezing road and not the possibility of head on collision.

The doctor was silent for a few minutes before being unable to help himself in asking: "are you all right?" Sherlock would very likely push it off or roll his eyes but he looked... Strange. More fuzzy. He wasn't sure if that was Sherlock or his own head wound.