1. Silent Night.

For the first time in more than a fortnight, there had been no explosions rattling one out of a sound sleep, no banging wardrobe doors or other doors for that matter, no pacing of feet going back and forth across the sitting room in the wee hours before dawn, and no violin music coming from 221B Baker Street at an ungodly hour. There were no yells for Watson, nor any cries for Mrs. Hudson to deal with a domestic issue well past her bedtime, nor any late-night arrivals from Scotland Yard which couldn't afford to sleep because crime never did. In fact, there was a seemingly unnatural stillness coming from 221 Baker Street which failed to be attacked by murderers, felons, or even mere boys with rocks as happened far too often for anyone's comfort..

It was the first completely silent night in a long while, and Sherlock Holmes' next-door neighbor who had learned to sleep through anything but this found that he was completely unable to enjoy it.