221 B Baker Street. The busy road deep in Central London. The house of Sherlock, pacing up and down nervously and hurriedly. He can't settle. Something worrying him, unnerving him. He can't stop. John returns into the stuffy and humid flat, searching for something around the lounge.
John:
Sorry Sherlock. I'm not stopping by. I'm just looking for my phone.
Sherlock:
Case! Case! Case!
John:
Something will turn up Sherlock. Like the accident at Hyde Park. If you want to get involved then you could ask.
Sherlock:
I'm not going to help the police out just for a little car crash, John. A month, and I'm turning mad! Case, case!
John:
Found it. Have been pacing up and down for the whole hour I've been gone?
Sherlock:
Hhhhh! I just need a case to be working on John. Just something. Anything to keep me busy.
John:
Nicotine patches?
Sherlock:
Out of them. They can't even keep me quiet.
John:
Right. Well, goodnight Sherlock. See you tomorrow.
Sherlock:
Hmmm? Yep, sure John... Oh, by the way, what did happen at Hyde Park? The traffic has been building for ages.
John:
Tell me about it. I had to come through it twice.
Sherlock:
Answer the question, John.
John:
Some gang or rather. Broke into a nearby shop I think. And on escape, they ran out in front of a car, the guy who got hit ran off in time before the police arrived.
Sherlock:
Then what about the crash?
John:
A car drove into the back of the first. Then the criminals got away. Even though reports say the group left the guy who got hit. But they think he caught up; with his internal organs bleeding out inside of him.
Sherlock:
Hmmmm. Interesting. No lives were lost, as we know.
John:
As we know. Perhaps you should give them a hand. To help them catch the criminals. They could be not that far off. Some said they headed for Mayfair. Your choice. If you want to help out then I'll be happy too. Goodnight Sherlock.
John leaves again.
Sherlock:
Hmmm. Yes. Goodnight John. The case doesn't sound too bad. Hmmmm. Perhaps. Perhaps.
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