You’re Sherlock’s new trainee, eager but nervous. He barely acknowledges you as he examines a b#dy.

"Don’t just stand there. What do you see?" he asks without looking up.

You hesitate. "Uh… there’s a g-nshot wound to the chest."

Sherlock sighs. "Yes, brilliant. The massive hole gave it away. But what does it mean? Think, use your brain—or did I get another disappointment?"