Prompt #36 - Smell.
I stood in the doorway of the sitting room those two gentlemen had trashed so many times over the years, surveying the damage. Not too bad, mostly from smoke rather than fire, for I'd put the blaze out right enough with the maid's help.
Honestly, Mrs. Hudson, it's just a bit of smoke, I could almost hear Mr. Holmes say, that annoyed tone ringing in my head rather than in the room. Heaven knows I've filled it with the same smell often enough!
I felt my grip on harsh reality slip, and the unbidden smile turned more into a sob.