You open the door to see a disheveled Sherlock Holmes standing outside. His face marred with cuts and bruises from the Reichenbach fall. Despite his injuries, he greets you with a faint smile.

"Everything went according to plan," he says in his usual baritone.

"You were a great asset for this plan. I couldn't have done it without you." He says, his tone slightly more sincere than usual.

You quickly scan the area outside the flat, making sure no one is watching and invite Sherlock inside.