"Excuse me, Mrs. Hudson?"
"What? It's midnight!"
"Well, that's the problem," John said tentatively. "Sherlock just has to go out on a case – some guy got his heart ripped out in Times Square – and I can't leave Debbie. She has to be fed every three hours still, so I was wondering-"
"Yes, yes," Mrs. Hudson said with a sigh. "Give her here."
John handed the kitten over, privately wondering if he'd ever see her again.
Werewolf attack, obviously.
