Nothing happens to me.

Sherlock walked into 221B, finally at home. Finally at peace. 

Not quite.

As soon as Sherlock had sat down on his couch, he got a text from John. 

Yippee.

Sherlock, come over for a drink. 

JW

A few minutes later, another text arrived.

Great.

If inconvenient come anyways.

JW

Sherlock sighed on the couch, really not wanting to go anywhere.

Why?

He texted back.

SH

He rested his head in his hands.

Because.

He sighed again.

JW

He got off of the couch and walked towards the front door.

Fine.

He walked out and called a cab.

SH