"They're not coming," Howard says, looking up at Sherlock staring at the sky. "The uh, the...anyway. It's been longer than usual. Stand back."
He doesn't use the matches on Wyatt. He uses the lighter instead. He lights a few parts of Wyatt's clothes, and a patch of Wyatt's hair, and his mustache, all dusted with sugar. The fire spreads relatively quickly. Howard's silents he watches for a moment.
"Now let's go." He looks back in the direction Sherlock came from too, wondering if he should suggest that they go get John's body as well - but he can already hear the pitter-patter of the feral animals Sherlock was talking about. He grabs Sherlock's arm; he'll need it for balance. "Shelter. Shelter, and then I'm making a bomb."
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He doesn't use the matches on Wyatt. He uses the lighter instead. He lights a few parts of Wyatt's clothes, and a patch of Wyatt's hair, and his mustache, all dusted with sugar. The fire spreads relatively quickly. Howard's silents he watches for a moment.
"Now let's go." He looks back in the direction Sherlock came from too, wondering if he should suggest that they go get John's body as well - but he can already hear the pitter-patter of the feral animals Sherlock was talking about. He grabs Sherlock's arm; he'll need it for balance. "Shelter. Shelter, and then I'm making a bomb."