Bored bored bored Sherlock thought to himself as he fired yet another arrow into Mrs. Hudson's newly decorated wall. He was just about to fire another arrow when he heard John close the door and clamber up the stairs.
'I got some milk,' he stated when he finally arrived at the door of the living room. All he got back was a scowl from Sherlock so he sighed and walked past Sherlock into the kitchen.
'Any new cases then?' he called out as Sherlock released another arrow from his bow.
'What do you think?' an angered Sherlock blurted out.
'I will take that as a no, then.' John sighed as he saw the arrows sticking out of the wall. Sherlock flung his bow to the floor and slumped onto the sofa with his arms folded.
'Something will turn up,' John promised. Sherlock stood up abruptly and looked out of the window.
'Can you stand it? The silence?' Sherlock looked out of the window with distaste.
'Yes, actually. Quite well,' replied John. Sherlock frowned at him and sat back down and released a deep sigh.
'How about those suicides? The ones that hung themselves?' John asked. There had been six so far, within the last year, all around London.
'What's suspicious about those?' Sherlock looked at him with disappointment.
'That's something only you could work out,' John complimented him to try and lift his spirts. Just as Sherlock opened his mouth his phone beside him rang out. He picked it up and held it to his ear.
'Yes,' he said as he turned to face the window 'Of course, I'm on my way,' he put down his mobile and jumped over the sofa reaching for his black coat and scarf.
'What is it?' John asked as Sherlock finished tightening his scarf round his neck. A wide smile crept across Sherlock's face.
'There's been a seventh,'