Chapter 2
Ignorance.
Sherlock turned his coat collar up against the wind and marched, bent double down the street, wind pattering on his face. A blonde girl in a blue coat passed by texting her friends occasionally saying things like "Noh, she can' 'ave" and "Nah, no way!"
"You, small ignorant one," called Sherlock tapping the girl on the shoulder.
"Watchoo call me? I ain't dumb!"
"Clearly." Sherlock said, indifferent to her attack. "Tell me where to find a grocers"
"a what?" she asked. Sherlock sighed.
"a food, eat buying house." He said sarcastically, "Where you get food you!" He felt pain across his cheek as she slapped him; he guessed he was on his own.
After a short amount of wandering, he came across a shop marked "Tesco"; a good a place as any to start. Stepping inside Sherlock realized he hadn't the foggiest how to shop (He'd blame Mycroft for that, somehow). And although it pained him to say it, he was going to need some help. Searching round for anybody he spotted a man dressed in uniform with his name stamp across a badge. And walked up to him,
"Excuse me sir," Sherlock had no idea what came over him he was never this polite, "I was wondering whether you could point me towards the dairy section."
"Yeah sure," the man replied, "I'll lead if you like."
John didn't know what was BLOODY taking Sherlock so long, he'd already watch 5 episodes of doctor, taken two showers (he didn't even know why) and done all the house hold chores; he was beginning to worry. Deciding to text him, john picked up his phone,
Sherlock where are you, are you okay? –JW
Sorry if I worried you, I'll try better in future.- SH
Did Sherlock just apologise? Surely that wasn't possible? But it was, he had proof and it was right in front of him.