The next morning, Samantha felt better, but she knew it would be a while before she fully regained the sleep she had lost. There was a reason, besides her grades, that she wasn't a fan of drunken college parties.
Samantha grabbed her travel shampoo and soap from her bag, and took a nice long shower. She felt a lot more confident in her choice now that it was done.
She ate some breakfast, dry cereal, and then set about unpacking everything. She had bought a bit of cheap build-your-own furniture off the Internet, and started to assemble it. First was a dresser for her clothes, which made up the contents of most of the boxes. With that finished, Samantha piled up the empty boxes in the living room, and started in on the last box. She took out a yoga mat, her plates and cutlery, and her books. She laid her mat on the floor, put the plates on the island, and arranged her books on the top of her drawers in her room. She didn't bring a lot of things from home because of the expense, but her small but worn book collection was a must. She smiled as she read the titles.
Samantha heard the door open and footsteps on the stairs. Sherlock was inspecting her living room. "Hey there Sherlock!"
Sherlock looked a bit older, but otherwise unchanged since they first met nearly three years ago. "Hello. I see you've moved in."
"Yep. I was just going to head out and get some more groceries. Is there something you need?"
"I had this for you to complete." Sherlock handed her an enormous envelope, and Samantha removed a stack of papers. She flipped to the last page, the last question numbered Question 100. Most of it was short answer. "Finish it by tomorrow."
"My gosh, you don't mess around." Samantha sat down as she flipped through. She didn't know a lot of the answers to questions like, "How can you tell if someone is from out of town?" and "List three signs someone is a kidnapper." Samantha looked up. "What if I don't know the answer?"
"Guess." With that, Sherlock went upstairs.
Samantha decided to start working on the quiz now, or else she might not be able to finish it later. She didn't want to be sloppy right off the bat.
Two hours later, she was just about a third of the way through her exam, and she had to guess on an awful lot of the questions. They didn't teach you seven ways to spot an adulterer in college classes, did they? Samantha was still optimistic. She was good at taking tests, and this was no different. She just needed to run out and stock up her fridge. At her current pace, she could fit in a grocery trip. Hopefully. She glanced at the questions ahead. They seemed to be getting harder. Crap.
Samantha heard a knock at her door. "Come in." Samantha looked up, and John was coming down the stairs. "Hey there."
John smiled. "How was your flight? Sherlock and I were out on a case yesterday."
"It was fine." Seeing John's gaze drop to her work, she handed him part of her stack. "Sherlock's keeping me busy with this."
He whistled. "That's something."
"Yeah. At least I have all day to spend on this. I'd be freaking out otherwise."
"How long did he give you to finish it?"
"It's 'due' tomorrow, and I'm around the 1/3rd mark."
John started to leave. "Well, if you've got all that to do, good luck."
Samantha got back to work.