A Christmas in 221B

4. Not Okay with the corpse.

-It is 5 in the morning Sherlock what were you doing?

-I was going to bring the corpse to Molly, and if I was supposed to be asleep, why are you awake?

-It was because of the smell of the --
John quickly put his hand on his eyes not to see the rotting horror he's just seen.

-It's just a body John. And yes, it is rotting. Now what?

-Where were you going to put it you say?

-At Molly's.

-But you can't just let the body like this! He's probably got a family worrying about him, we must bury or cremate him. What were you doing all yesterday's evening??

-Thinking.

-And about what may I know?

-The note left in the man's mouth.

-Under no circumstances you bring this horror to Molly. How are even going to carry this all the way?

-I'll think of something.

-Boys, what is going on? Get back to bed.
They heard a third voice.

-Nothing Mrs.Hudson, nothing. You must sleep.
Said John, turning himself to her, so her eyes will be focused on his face and not on the smelly disaster, and rolling his eyes.

-God it smells awful in here! What's going on?

-Nothing Mrs.Hudson, Sherlock just got bored and failed an experiment.

John made sure she'll go back to bed, and went back to the kitchen.

-We must find his relatives and tell them.
John whispered.

-Tell what?
Sherlock answered, with a very annoyed voice.

-How do you think?

Sherlock sighed.

-Hello, your husband is dead.

-Very funny...

-Then think of something!

-In at least two hours Sherlock. It's 6 in the morning. I'll get back to my bed and will join you later.

-Sure.