"Sherlock, what do you mean something else killed her? What was it?", John quizzed.
"I'm currently unsure however I do have 3 ideas", he glanced at the body. "Okay, two ideas, Molly I need to do a couple of experiments."
"Okay", she responded. There was no point saying no to Sherlock wanting to perform an experiment, especially for a case. She sighed and left the room. John was oblivious as to where she'd headed. John gazed out the nearest window. The people below were rushing by like an ocean during a storm. John felt a surge of jealousy, he missed those days before he went into the army when he could just whizz around London without a care in the world. Then again he pitied them. He thought back and realised how boring his life had been. He glanced over at Sherlock who was peering down the microscope. John could see the aftermath of each experiment, chemicals and petridishes surrounded Sherlock.
"Come on!", Sherlock made his way out the door and John was quick to follow. The journey from the mortuary to the entrance of the hospital seemed somewhat shorter to John this time round. The sound of cars passing by and people chattering amongst themselves filled their ears. The weather appeared to have calmed despite the obvious chill in the air.
"TAXI!", the taxi drove on by, "TAXI! TAXI! TAXI!", John could tell by the tone of Sherlock's voice that his patience was beginning to wear thin. Six taxis passed before one pulled up to take them on as customers.
"Woodfall street", Sherlock directed the driver. These two words alone enabled John to know instantly that they were heading back to the crime scene.
