Greg Lestrade wandered through Cardiff and wondered why on earth he had to go to these police conferences. He had a few days to waste before he had to go back to London and face Sherlock again he had no doubt that he would have solved half of Scotland yards cases by lunch. Seeing as though his meetings were tomorrow he wandered over to what looked like a tourist office, the clean office made Greg nervous but why it did he had no clue. He was going to leave but then a door swung open should he stay or leave?