Sherlock's POV
Sherlock leaped off the couch. His mind was whirring with the possibilities of his plan. Oh, brilliant! Brilliant! All he would need was some supplies. He would have to run to the store. His plan was a simple seeming one, but it would nevertheless subdue his boredom. It would definitely bring forth a satisfying reaction from John. With that, Sherlock grabbed his scarf and coat and practically flew out of the room.
John's POV
John jumped of the cab and handed the cabbie some money. Why am I even here? John asked himself again for the umptenth time. Sherlock almost never answers my calls and he certainly can't help with Shirley.But alas, here he was staring at the green door with the address 221B. With a deep sigh, John made his inside and up the steps leading to the crazed genius.
Sherlock's POV
It is time to start the plan. Oh, how joyous this will be! John will never suspect. Sherlock was sitting on the couch with his hands steepled under his face. The room that lay before him looked safe enough, but there were so many places for things-dangerous things-to be hidden.