Somehow, that brings the slightest smile to the pained, glum expression on Howard's face. Somehow, John's reach of protection has extended past death. Howard just hopes that the Sponsor gifts from John and Wyatt come soon, so they can lay these theories about the bodies to rest.

That little comfort doesn't last long. The patter of feet picks up behind them, despite the fact that Howard can see where it is that Sherlock's leading him. It's within reach, but...

"Uh, Sherlock?"