Joan stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the door. She had the afternoon to herself, a rare opportunity to do exactly what she wanted. She needed to look for a new apartment and had to get a few things from the store. And she should really give her mom a call.
She could hear Holmes in the other room, working on some puzzle or another. After one last glance at the door, she crossed to the living room. Her list of things to do could wait; she knew how she wanted to spend her time off.
