It is Holmes's name John calls when consciousness is returning, and for a moment all Mary can feel is a bright, bitter jealousy. How long will it be, she wonders, before the first name to come to his lips when he has been hurt is her own? But Holmes would be here at the hospital, she reminds herself, had she not driven him back into the night by her presence. And the desperation in John's voice reminds her that he does not know what she knows, does not know what he must know, if he is to rest.
"He's alive."
