In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die.
Sherlock shook his head as he shut the front door properly, following that by shutting the windows. “Storms coming.” He said almost to himself. “Changes.” He muttered, then he turned to stare at her. “Seeing as you seem to be so curious, why don’t you read them out to me? What has dear old John done this time?” He stared straight at her. “I’ve always loved the word curious. Don’t you? It implies eager to learn, or inquisitive. So much better than nosy parker, isn’t it?”
