Stranger: Sherlock sweeps through the door, undoing his scarf and already talking a mile a minute. “The whole thing was fake,” he calls, presumably to John, although the other man is at work and will be for some time. “Body, crime, whole thing. I should yell at Lestrade for calling me over something so obvious, I’m very disappointed-” He almost skids to a halt upon seeing, not John, but someone else entirely.
You: The man- well, more than a man, really- standing by the mantel runs his fingers across it, smiling when they reach the papers stabbed into it with a knife. “Don’t stop,” he says, turning around so Sherlock can see him, “I do find this all very interesting.”
