It was at that moment that Sherlock came running back. Or, as fast as he could reasonable move with the amount of supplies he had loaded upon him.

It all tumbled to the ground as he slammed in beside them. 8 cans of tuna, apples, a six pack of beer, powdered eggs, two sleeping bags, a tent, and two trap nets.

"That's all of it," He said, his voice tight and out of breath. "Is he-- Are you alright?"