The lobby was huge. All white and glass with a giant silver Christmas tree next to the window decorated with balls of green and white and red. Students wearing blue and white rushed by. The woman behind the desk had brown curly hair and Christmas ball earrings. Lestrade leaned over the desk. "Excuse me miss, can you direct me to Dr Winston's classroom?"

The woman smiled and pushed a map over the desk to Lestrade. She looked up at him and smiled pushing a map toward him and tracing the route with her finger. "He's in room 3004 on the third floor. You use this lift here..."

Sherlock turned and strode across the lobby punching the lift door and passing inside without looking to see if anyone was following him. Mary rushed in behind him and held the door for Lestrade. He jogged toward them and then waved them away. "I forgot the map. Go on up. I'll follow you," he said before turning to walk back to the desk. Mary released the button, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Oh Please! Ever since the divorce, Lestrade has lost his focus. Why must people persist in these inane mating rituals? We're on a case!"

Mary stood quietly looking at the brushed metal wall of the lift. She turned toward Sherlock and said, "Did you forget that John had PTSD? Did it never occur to you what witnessing your death would do to him? Watching you die and not being able to do a thing to save you? Did you plan to break him? Have him subjected to more years of therapy and sleepless nights simply to give you a better cover story?"

Sherlock stared down into Mary's angry face. The door opened then and several blue clad nurses stared waiting for them to exit. Sherlock walked out and looked around at the room numbers before striding down the hall. Mary followed at a slower pace. She caught up to him outside the door. "You weren't thinking of John when you jumped. You were thinking of Moriarty and his men. It was them you were trying to impress. John was just an afterthought. He's always an afterthought with you. You hurt him again and again, and then you expect him to forgive you. You're impulsive. You jump, and you don't think about the people who will have to pick up the pieces. Intellectually you understand that people are hurt, but you don't bother to stop yourself from hurting them, and you never change. You never will change. You will always hurt John."

Sherlock turned away from her then and pushed his way into the room to see a group of about twenty students and their instructor. "May I help you?" the man asked.

Sherlock slouched a bit and tilted his head to the side as he grinned "Hello. Dr Winston is it? I'm Mr. Johnson. I was at the conference." He flashed a conference badge. "I wanted to come to your student talks, but I couldn't get away. You see I was hoping that some of the speakers would also talk at our school, but I wanted to see what they were like first. To know if they were a positive influence on the students and all that. I'd like to talk to your students for a moment about them? Ask a few questions? Do you mind?"

"Ah, well ...We've just finished, but if the students want to stay to talk to you, I don't mind. Lab won't start for another twenty minutes. Students, do you think you might spare a few moments to talk to Mr Jones here." The students shrugged and nodded. "Then I'll see you in the lab." He said gathering his bag and walking out of the door.

As soon as the man was gone, Sherlock plopped himself on the edge of the desk. "Alright, now that he's gone let me tell you why I'm really here. I'm from the 'Doctor's Humor' website have you heard of it?"

A few of the students turned toward him then, their eyes alight. "Oh, I'm always on your website. I loved the page on cranial nerves. 'Oh to touch and feel...' "
"Charles! There's no need to get vulgar in the classroom."
"Alright, but I love your site."
"We love all of you too." Sherlock said. "Of course, we are always in search of new material. I heard that one of the lectures this year was a bit different. A bit more irreverent than what you usually have. What can you tell me about Dr John Watson?"

"Dr Watson?" A young man said surprised, "Oh,he was fab!"
"You're not going to print anything bad about Dr. Watson are you?" a girl with glasses and a ponytail asked.
"Why? What was he like?"
"He was amazing." said a short man with black hair. "He comes in and says, 'Look, I don't have anything prepared because I didn't even expect to be here, but as I am here, I'm going to tell you a few things that I wished someone had told me when I was in school.' Then he proceeds to tell us the most mind blowing stories about hospitals that he's been at and people he saved. He was better than all the rest of them put together."
"And that story about saving the guy who was trapped under the jeep in Afghanistan... that was just incredible."
"He talked to you about Afghanistan?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, he said he missed it. He said except for the supply problems that people were straightforward there and you didn't have to deal with all of the stupid politics of the hospitals around here."

"Shut up Troy. Mr Johnson. I don't think that he didn't mean to insult anyone. Are you planning on printing something bad about him, because I don't think that we can help you if that's the case."
"No, no, I don't want to hurt him. I was hoping to talk to him. Maybe convince him to come on staff."

The students smiled then and the mood in the room lightened. "Well in that case, what do you want to know?" The woman asked.
"First of all, do you know where he is?"
"He was staying in the hotel where they had the conference. That's where we picked him up," Troy said.
"Picked him up?"
"Yeah, a group of us were assigned to shepherd each of the speakers. He was surprised to see us. He had totally forgotten about the talk. His suit was at the cleaners. He gave his talk in jeans and a jacket. You should have seen the look that Dr Wilson gave him when he arrived."

"I thought he looked honest," the young woman said, "That other lecturer was dressed like an undertaker."
"Did you take him back to the hotel afterward or somewhere else."
"Most of the lectures went right back to the hotel after they talked, but he stayed the day. He was the only one. We invited him to dinner, but he bowed out saying that he had to look after his sister. Shame, because we were going to take him to this bar we know where the women are really fit."

The girl crossed her arms disapproving. "You shouldn't have offered to taken him there. We were supposed to give him a good impression of the school."
"Oh I think he got a good impression, he said that he had already been there. Amazingly cool man!"

"Can you take me to this ...bar he went to? Can you take me now?"Sherlock asked.
"I'm sorry, but we have lab in fifteen minutes. I can give you the address though."

When Lestrade finally arrived, Sherlock and Mary were leaving along with the rest of the students. Sherlock passed him the address. "John was seen here."
"That was quick work."
"Not as quick as yours. Did you get her number?"
"I..uh."
"Oh please Lestrade, I know the signs. I used to live with John. Apologies Mary."
Mary shrugged and walked toward the lift. Lestrade followed, and Sherlock came behind.