Wet, new, fresh still. The slither of blood trailed in almost a full circle. From the window, to the door, then back to the window. "Of course! How could I have been so stupid!". When Sherlock said this I slightly moved my lips to question but paused when the police officer shook his head like he was saying "don't bother". Mr. Holmes sprinted to the open window and quickly lifted himself over the window sill, landing on the flat roof below. Obviously, most police followed him whilst the ones who were fed up with his ridiculous behavior stayed behind, imitating and laughing at his witty vocabulary. I, of course, had to follow him- he was my ride home. I carefully lowered myself out the window and onto the roof. What I didn't know was that I had left my walking stick behind. As I walked around the corner I saw the crowd who had followed Sherlock all bunched together like a flock of birds surrounding some bread. I tried to get closer to see what they were staring at. I attempted to push past a few armed police men- that was where I went wrong. The two men held up their guns to my face, adjusting their stance and their grip on the only thing I could think to do was to do what any army man would do in that situation. I folded my thumb into my palm and saluted snappishly. They didn't even flinch. "He's with me", reminded Sherlock."John's with me"...