— I am not lonely, Sherlock.
— How would you know?
— Are you tweeting?
— No.
— Well, that's what it looks like.
— Of course I'm not tweeting. Why would I be tweeting?
— Give me that.
— What? No. What are you doing? Get off. What?
— Give it here. "Back on terra firma.."
— No, don't read them out.
— "Free as a bird."
— God, you're such a spoilsport.
— Will you take this matter seriously, Sherlock?
— I am taking it seriously. What makes you think I'm not taking it seriously?
— Hashtag, "Ohwhatabeautifulmorning."
— What do we say about coincidences?
— The universe is rarely so lazy.
— Why am I looking at this?
— That's her, John and Mary's baby.
— Oh, I see, yes. Looks very...fully-functioning.
— This is a matter of national importance. Grow up!
— Get off my sheet!
— Or what?
— Or I'll just walk away.
— I'll let you.