"So how long does he usually spend in his 'Mind palace'?" Stapleton enquired.
"That depends. He's a bit upset that he got the sugar thing wrong, so it'll be a little faster today to prove his brilliance to himself." John rolled his eyes at the last statement, but believing it nonetheless.
"He's not going to tell Kirsty what really happened to bluebell, is he?"
"I don't think so. Although, sometimes he just doesn't understand things. Especially children, they're mysteries to him. He might tell her but mean it in the best possible way." John shrugged as he spoke, not really sure which course of action his friend/colleague would take.
"Tell you what. If I let you have free roam of the lab, can you get him to promise not to tell?" Stapleton asked, nervously fidgeting a little as they waited to be allowed back after the mind palace had cleared.
"How can you give us free roam of the lab?"
"I can't tell you that." She grinned, tapping the side of her nose. "I take it that's an acceptance of my offer then?"
"Okay. But we may as well leave him and go now, there's no telling how long he could be."
He stood up, and reached a hand down to help her off the cold floor they had been sitting on.
"Did you say something about cloning?"
I have a lot of ideas for this. Those ideas did come about after a debate with my brother and a severe lack of sleep, but they're ideas nonetheless.
It's going to involve Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Moriarty, Mycroft... And anyone else I weave into it.
I'd love some feedback on this, but I'll continue it anyway, I guess.