It'd been a while since you heard from Sherlock Holmes. After a day you concluded he was too busy, but the days turned into weeks and you were growing concerned for the detective. You were reluctant, yes, but after a second week of not hearing anything you decided to check on him.

You climbed the stairs to find Sherlock lying on the sofa. His hands pressed together in deep thought and he looked visibly out of it, as if he'd relapsed recently. "What do you want?" He asked, finally noticing you.