The press surrounded them, jostling them around as they tried to get to him, to Sherlock Holmes. The Reichenbach hero. The great Scientist of Deduction. They all wanted the scoop on him, this genius just come to light. A smaller man, stockier than Holmes, pushed through the crowd to the cab. A reporter recognized him, and called out, "John Watson! Doctor Watson!" The short man's eyes rolled, the limp in his gait just barely noticeable as he tugged Sherlock from the throng. One last reporter jumped up in front of the two, addressing John.
"Is it true that you two are in a relationship?"
Before John can even get out an irate answer, Sherlock shoves in front of him and says calmly, "Yes madam, we are. Now excuse me, we need to go."
The reporters all chase after the cab as it pulls away.