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hand to his nose once more, pretending to rub it while he quietly sniffs at his fingers and looks
towards the cat again. He smiles round nervously at Kenny.)

221B. Mrs Hudson has left the room but Sherlock and Lestrade are still standing in front of the
wall display. Sherlock’s phone rings and he fishes it out of his jacket pocket, looks quickly at the
Caller I.D. and then holds the phone to his ear.
SHERLOCK: John.
JOHN (over phone): Hi. Look, get over here quickly. I think I’m onto something. You’ll need to
pick up some stuff first. You got a pen?
SHERLOCK: I’ll remember.

Some time later, Kenny is primping in front of the mirror near the fireplace. Nearby, the
entrance door shuts and, on the sofa, John puts down his teacup and starts to get up.
JOHN: That’ll be him.
KENNY: What?
(Raoul shows Sherlock into the room. Sherlock has a large bag over his shoulder and is carrying
a long narrow case which is presumably designed to hold a photographic tripod. He walks over
to Kenny.)
SHERLOCK: Ah, Mr Prince, isn’t it?
KENNY: Yes.
SHERLOCK: Very good to meet you.
KENNY: Yes; thank you.
(They shake hands, Sherlock looking closely at Kenny’s hand as he does so.)
SHERLOCK: So sorry to hear about ...
KENNY: Yes, yes, very kind.
JOHN: Shall we, er ...
(Sherlock walks over to the sofa, puts down the case and starts rummaging in his bag. Kenny
turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his hair again.)
JOHN (quietly): You were right. The bacteria got into her another way.
SHERLOCK (smirking): Oh yes?
JOHN: Yes.
KENNY (turning towards them): Right. We all set?
JOHN: Um, yes.
(He looks at Sherlock, who has taken a camera and flashgun from his bag, and jerks his head
towards Kenny.)
JOHN: Can you ...?
(As Kenny leans one arm on the mantelpiece and poses, Sherlock walks closer and starts taking
photographs of him.)
KENNY: Not too close. I’m raw from crying.
(The cat meows at Sherlock’s feet. He looks down.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, who’s this?
KENNY: Sekhmet. Named after the Egyptian goddess.
SHERLOCK: How nice(!) Was she Connie’s?
KENNY: Yes.
(John reaches down towards the cat but Kenny beats him to it, bending down and picking it up.)
KENNY: Little present from yours truly.
(Frustrated, John straightens up, then looks at his flatmate.)
JOHN: Sherlock? Uh, light reading?
SHERLOCK: Oh, um ...
(He lifts a second flashgun which he is holding in his other hand and holds it towards Kenny,
firing it straight into his face.)
SHERLOCK: Two point eight.
(Kenny squinches his eyes shut against the light.)
KENNY: Bloody hell. What do you think you’re playing at?!
(John immediately reaches out and rubs his fingers over one of the cat’s front paws. Sherlock
keeps firing the flashgun to keep Kenny’s eyes closed.)
SHERLOCK: Sorry.
(John lifts his fingers away and sniffs them while Sherlock continues to fire the flashgun.)
KENNY: You’re like Laurel and bloody Hardy, you two. What’s going on?
JOHN: Actually, I think we’ve got what we came for. Excuse us.
KENNY: What?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)