The bullets slammed into the wall for the umpteenth time. The smiley on the wall was blown to bits.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John yelled, running into the flat.

"I'm shooting the wall obviously." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"What have I told you about that? Mrs. Hudson will raise our rent again."

"Do you have any other suggestions to end my boredom?" Sherlock inquired.

"There isn't a case for you to solve?"

"No. If there was, I wouldn't be bored. Where are my cigarettes?" Sherlock asked.

"Not telling you. You have been doing really well."

"We could play Cluedo." Sherlock suggested.

"Definitely not. We are never playing that game again."

"It's not my fault you're no good." Sherlock said.

"It's not that I'm no good. You don't follow the rules."

FLASHBACK

"I have an accusation." Sherlock said.

"Have you? Let's hear it." John replied.

"It was obviously Mr. Body, in the library, with the candlestick." Sherlock said confidently.

"Well, mate, you're wrong." John laughed.

Sherlock's brow furrowed.

"How can I be wrong?"

"Mr. Body is the victim. The victim can't do it." John explained.

"All the signs are there, John. He is blackmailing all these people and they are coming on to him. Of course he would want to be rid of the problem and commit suicide with the candlestick. Mr. Body was in the library when he decided to end all. It's quite easy to figure out." Sherlock deduced.

"The rules say nothing about the victim doing it." John protested.

"The rules are wrong. Stop being a sore loser, John."

"Sherlock, I'm not the loser here. You are. If it's not in the rules, it doesn't apply."

"It is possible. It's part of the mystery." Sherlock said.

"That's it, we are never playing this again." John gave up.

END FLASHBACK

"Well, let's take my fake death for an example. I was the victim, and I did it. It is a plausible solution." Sherlock explained.

"I'm not going into this with you again." John said.