"I know how he did it, John! You have to believe me, I promise!" Sherlock said, standing up. A dizzy feeling as he stood up too fast. He looked around. It was a familiar sight, one that Sherlock had seen so many times over the duration of his life.
"John? John?" Sherlock asked, slightly confused. John shook his head from behind the glass. Sherlock was wearing a straight jacket and wondering around the padded room, mutter something about knowing and promises.
"When will he start acting like this?" the doctor asked, holding up a clip board, watching Sherlock as he paced back and forth like a caged tiger.
"Ever since Moriarty came back."
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
