"Well," she answered. "They both have a great deal of presence. They're very similar in a lot of ways...both brilliant in some ways, and utterly clueless in others. They can both be very abrasive. I think my Sherlock is better with people in general, though. More understanding. He's also a lot louder. More brash. Likes to bounce around."

The tone of her voice was deeply fond and clearly sad. She missed her friend, very much. Joan would never wish for Sherlock to be brought there and have to die over and over like that. But that didn't mean she didn't wish she was with him.