Sometimes Sherlock comes back for tea. We don't go out, we just stay in and talk for a while. Once I invited Mrs Hudson up and she just looked at me with the saddest eyes, like I've lost my mind, but Sherlock is here, he is. He drinks tea with me, he plays the violin at 3 am, like he used to.
That was the last entry on John Watson's blog, the day before he jumped, 2 days before Sherlock came home, to an empty 221B.