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After all that happened with Eurus, Sherlock has been depressed. He knows his sister is still suffering, but can't even talk. It's not like he usually feels empathy towards others. It's just how he is. But he is nice, at least he tries to be.
Sherlock is laying in his bed again. Not moving, just thinking. Suddenly, he hears a knock on the door. He knows it’s John. Molly wouldn’t come to check on him for another 3 hours. “What is it?” Sherlock asks with a monotone voice. John opens the door. “I made you some tea.” He puts a teacup on the nightstand. Sherlock doesn’t answer. He just stares at the roof. “You’ve got to go outside at some point,” says John. Sherlock groans. “I have no interest in going outside,” he says. John sighs. “Not even for a case? Sherlock, please take even one case. It’ll keep you occupied. You don’t need to think about… Eurus.” Sherlock sighs. “Fine!” He gets up from the bed, taking the cup of tea from the nightstand.
Sherlock goes to the living room and sits down on his chair. John follows him, sitting down across from him. “Well, I have two cases for you,” he says. Sherlock nods. “Go on.” “A man was found dead in his home. He had no family, or friends, or anything. The police can’t figure it out.” Sherlock sighs. “He hired a hitman to kill him. Next case!” John opens his laptop. “Okay, there’s this one with a woman who disappeared out of nowhere.” Sherlock nods again. “Yes?” “And she has no family. Only a boyfriend and a best friend. Do you think either of them did it?” Sherlock shrugs. “We need to talk to them first,” he says. He's feeling a bit better now. How fast can someone's mood change? It's odd. “So, let's go talk to them!” Sherlock says. John nods and they put on their coats and leave the apartment. They see Mrs. Hudson on the way out and she seems to be happy to see Sherlock.
John and Sherlock take a taxi to the woman's, Aurora Miles's, boyfriend's apartment. “So, we're gonna just… go inside?” John asks. Sherlock nods. “The game is on, John. And you know what that means!”
They leave the taxi and go to ring the doorbell. A young man with brown hair and blue eyes opens the door. “Hello..?” he says. “We're from the police… sort of, and we've got questions for you.” Sherlock says. “Yes.” says John. “Alright, come in.” says the man and they all go inside the house.