This was. Just. I can't. So great. Sherlock, master of baritsu, giant blue puppy dog eyes, and camp, if his shenanigans in the castle are anything to go by; like he's just coming to life, searching for John.

And John is just... fading. Full of seething anger and a little resignation, and Molly, poor Molly and her black humor. Love it. This chapter was just a fantastic read.

And Sherlock, enjoying the look of surprise on Moriarty's face... :o ...made me grin so hard.