[He gives a ghost of a smile of his own, though like Moriarty - it was subdued, watching as a few petals drifted down]

It is, especially not the London of our time - I can see why Our Master and the Japanese servants are so obsessed with these flowers.

[Sherlock take a long, slow drink from his bottle, organizing everything - where to even start]

Damn thing needs to be muzzled.