The Blog of Dr. John H. Watson
9th February
[Alleyway. It is a cloudy afternoon. The snow has melted, leaving the ground damp and grey. The alleyway appears empty, and John tightens the frame on a rubbish bin in the middle of the back street. After a moment, the bin totters slightly. A small black cat emerges from behind it, licking her lips. She stops just beyond the bin and looks at the camera, big yellow eyes staring back. The frame trembles slightly as John chuckles. From offscreen, Sherlock huffs.]
Sherlock: What are you doing?
John: There's a cat.
[The cat glances down the alleyway and then back at the camera. John clucks his tongue to get her attention, and she flicks her ears warily. After a moment's apparent consideration, she turns and heads down the alleyway, away from us. Her fluffy black tail flicks up into the air as she trots away. Zoom in on the cat as she vaults a small fence, hops up onto some bins, and springs onto a windowsill. She's gone a few seconds later.]
Sherlock: It's gone.
John: Yeah.
Sherlock: Mrs. Hudson said no animals...
[The focus swings round to Sherlock, who is standing uncomfortably close, forcing John to back up in order to get his face in the frame.]
John: Well, I wasn't going to take it home with us.
Sherlock [dubiously]: Mm.
[John snorts audibly, transferring the camera from one hand to the other.]
John: You're just annoyed I'm filming something other than you.
[Sherlock shrugs and starts to walk away. A still moment passes, and then John breaks into a brisk walk to catch up. He huffs a laugh.]
John: You are, aren't you!
[End scene.]
