A small title flashes along the bottom of the screen: "The next morning." It is featured over the following:
Sherlock and Joon are in the living room of 221B. Joon is sitting in her chair. Sherlock is pacing around. A knock on the door is heard.

Sherlock: It's open.

Anthea walks into the room, wearing a backpack and reading the school newspaper, Fourth Estate Weekly, formerly known as The Broadside. She sets her backpack on the floor.

Anthea: So what about these disappearing students, then, Sherlock? I thought that they'd be right up your alley. Three exactly the same.

Sherlock walks over to the window.

Sherlock: Four. There's been a fourth. And there's been something different this time.

Anthea: A fourth?

Lestrade walks into the room.

Sherlock: Where?

Lestrade: On campus. The University Commons neighborhood. Our old dorm building, Dickenson Hall. First floor, our old floor.

Sherlock: What's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to me, otherwise.

Lestrade: You know how they haven't left notes or anything before? This one did. Will you come?

Sherlock: Are there any other criminology students there?

Lestrade: Sally Donovan. And Anderson.

Sherlock: They don't work well with me. Especially not Anderson.

Lestrade: Well, she won't be your assistant!

Sherlock: I NEED an assistant!

Lestrade groans.

Lestrade: Will you come?

Sherlock: Not with you. I'll be right there.

Lestrade: Thanks.

As she leaves, she addresses Anthea.

Lestrade: Later, Hudson.

Joon: What's going on?

Sherlock starts bouncing around the room.

Sherlock: Brilliant! Yes! Four student disappearances, and now a note! Oh! It's Christmas! Anthea, I'll probably be late meeting you for lunch at Southside. No. Just bring me back something from the Johnson Center.

She gets her purse and starts looking around the room for things to put in it, like her phone, wallet, and student ID.

Anthea: I'm your RA, not your housekeeper.

Sherlock: Ex-RA! Something cold will do. Actually, Joon, if you can have lunch at Southside with Anthea instead, that would be great. Don't wait up.

She runs out the door.

Anthea: Look at her, running around... My boyfriend was just the same. But you're more the sitting-down-and-studying type. I can tell. Let's go over to Southside now.

Joon: Damn Southside! Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Anthea: I understand. Sometimes it's so hard to find somewhere to sit there...

Joon: Lunch at Southside would be lovely, thanks. And could you show me where the food is in the Johnson Center, too?

Anthea: Not your housekeeper, dear.

Joon: What are you talking about?

Anthea: Sorry. It's a habit from when Sherlock and I used to to live on the same floor on-campus.

She goes into the bathroom in the hall for a moment. As soon as she leaves, Sherlock comes back into the room.

Sherlock: You're a pre-med student, right?

Joon: Yeah.

Sherlock: Any good?

Joon: Very good.

Sherlock: Seen a lot of gory stuff in your courses?

Joon: Well, yeah.

Sherlock: Seen any trouble?

Joon: Yeah, my old school was in a bad part of town. Disappearances like this happened all the time. Enough of those for a lifetime. Far too many.

Sherlock: Want to come along?

Joon: Oh, God, yeah!

The two of them start to leave. Off screen, the toilet and running water are heard. As the two girls start to leave, Anthea exits the bathroom and picks her backpack up.

Joon: Sorry, Anthea. I'm going to have to skip lunch, too. I'll see you there for late lunch, OK?

Anthea: Both of you?

Sherlock: Impossible disappearances? Four of them? There's no point in going out to lunch when there's finally something fun going on!

Anthea: Look at you, all happy! It's not decent!

Sherlock: Who cares about decent? The game is on, you guys!

She strides out the door, followed by Anthea and Joon, who locks up.

Sherlock: Let's go, Juniper!

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