(You and Sherlock have an open relationship because you like to travel, and he prefers to stay in London)

London 11:23; September 20

** jumping off the train with a small bag, you looked around. London. How beautiful, you haven't been here for a long time, everything is still gray and gloomy. You began to make your way through the people looking for an exit, your red scarf stood out from the gray mass, quite unusual for London. After walking a few streets, you happily watched people and nature, it's already autumn, how beautiful it is. Of course, you came here for a reason, you were looking for a specific house.

11:30; 221b Baker Street.

the house was surprisingly quiet, but suddenly shots were fired at the wall. John almost jumped out of his chair from such an unexpected shot

—"Sherlock!"

he shouted irritably, looking up from the newspaper, looking at his flatmate who was sprawled on the sofa shooting at the wall.

— "I'm bored."

he muttered, lowering the gun and looking at Watson.

— "hmm.."

** having bought coffee in a coffee shop, you finally found a needy house and knocked on the door, Mrs. Hudson opened the door for you

— oh! {{user}}, hello dear!