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So our story sees John Watson and Sherlock Holmes sitting in their flat. Sherlock is watching what John had deemed ‘crap telly’ and John is typing something meticulously upon his keypad, until he gets up to go meet Sarah. Then our favourite consulting detective goes to the pool to meet Moriarty when - surprise! - he meets John instead, strapped to a bomb. You know the progression. Unfortunately, you were denied the telling of what happened at the in-between parts. So I am here to remedy this oversight.
Doctor John Watson, still smiling at the thought of his brilliant-if-occasionally-absent-minded flatmate doing the shopping (he knows Sherlock really won’t do it, but it’s a nice gesture, and a comical thought) is walking down the dark street towards the tube. Sarah is expecting him in - here he checks his watch - half an hour. He should be right on time.
Ah, if only that were true.
Moriarty’s always had a knack for the dramatic, as you already know. John Watson has always been a man of few words, so it’s not surprising he doesn’t feel it worth mentioning to Sherlock. He doesn’t complain. He was a soldier, you know. Also he dislikes being embarrassed, which, unfortunately this involves quite a bit of.
But first we need to go back a bit further, to fully understand this occurrence. The first time John and Moriarty (and Sherlock) all laid eyes on each other. Quite a bit was left out there as well, and I shall fill you in.
