Sherlock and John meet a women called Amy. She is an unusual type of person - her personality contradicts and alters itself meaning that her mind is exhausted. She struggles with the normal world and adapts herself to fit in with it. Sherlock and her become close.
Sherlock slams the heavy door, leaving the dead victim alone in its room in the morgue, angrily.
"Sherlock! Will you calm the hell down?"
Sherlock storms quickly down the hallway, John jogging to keep in line with him.
"You are supposed to help me! If I ask you to do something, then I expect you to understand what it is that needs doing. If I have to explain everything then what's the point?"
"Sherlock, 'pass me that' is not detailed enough. There is a thousand things I could have given you. My fist for one..." John mumbles at the ending of his sentence.
Sherlock huffs, "No excuses. You were being an idiot."
"I wasn't."
Sherlock looks at him frustrated until he gathers that John honestly believes he is serious.
"There was no error on your part?" Sherlock says, only slightly inferring the question.
"Exactly." John says relieved, Sherlock was finally getting it.
As soon as they leave the morgue, Sherlock turns a sharp left where he meets a young women sat on the bench. She looks anxious and her main priority is her hold on the wintering tree across the road from her. A bus horns behind them on a busy road.
Sherlock opens his mouth, "Do you-"
Sherlock is cut off by the sharp and accurate response of the women in front of him, "It's 16:45"
"See! Common sense. Even she knew what I was on about and she doesn't even know me!"
John crosses his arms thinking about the redundancy of this experiment. The women looks uncomfortable but seems to be enjoying the conversation. She realizes there something going on and catches on quickly giving a smirk to the both of us before resting her eyes back on Sherlock who is now smirking with conceitedness.
"What's your-"
"Amy."
"Can I trust -"
"My judgment is sound."
"Do you think he is-"
"A little. I can see why you get annoyed." She replies before he is finished.
"Excuse me?" John speaks up, glaring at the both of them.
"I said a little!" She shrugs. "I can see why you get annoyed, too" She whispers loudly motioning to Sherlock.
Sherlock frowns, he doesn't seem to be enjoying this conversation as much as he did before although finds it intriguing enough to stay put.
"Let's leave the woman in peace. We've got places to be." John says and Amy lets out a short sigh. Amy noticed the slender man's shaky hands and was intrigued to find out the root cause.
John motions for Sherlock to come along and begins walking a several feet until he turns around a realises Sherlock's feet are rooted to the ground. Something about her has caught Sherlock's eye and he can't help trying to figure out what's she's thinking.
"You've never been at peace, have you?" Sherlock offers, unsure what her response will be but still eager to hear it.
She makes eye contact with Sherlock again. He can feel the intensity of her darkened eyes.
"Peace is my middle name" She says loudly without a hint of amusement. If Sherlock didn't pick up on her despair, he wouldn't have been able to tell from her tone that she was being sarcastic. John walks back to them and although neither of them are speaking, he feels as if he has interrupted something. Amy is finally the one to break the silence.
"You don't happen to have any earphones, do you?" She asks with a hint of pessimism, expecting to be disappointed.
"Why?"
Amy rolls her eyes at John's stupid question and looks at Sherlock for reassurance that she wasn't the only person finding this question pointless.
"I know right. People all ask such pointless question. This is why I don't socialise." Sherlock exhales.
"It's why you are the first people I've spoke to today." Amy agrees.
John looks between the two, shocked at their rudeness. Could neither of them understand that it was meant to start a conversation? Most people enjoy the distraction of socialising and John once again ended up in a situation where he was seen as the idiot.
"I could happily live for years without speaking to another human." Sherlock states. Amy loses interest in the two men and examines the amber leaves circling around their feet.
Sherlock is puzzled why he has suddenly became boring to her, she was fixated on him earlier. John shrugs and turn to the curb, successfully hailing a cab. Sherlock doesn't want to leave but can't find a good reason to stay.
Amy makes sure she is still looking at the ground until she's sure they can't see her look. Her eyes follow the cab and longs for them to come back. She knows better than to expect them to come back. She leaves the bench.