A/N: I apologise that this is not a true drabble. Sherlock Holmes was rather verbose in this piece.
Prompt from W. Y. Traveller: Ice
"Hurry, Watson, he is escaping!" Holmes veered sharply to cross London's wintery street.
"But the ice…" Watson nearly fell over the prostrate jumble of limbs protruding at odd angles under a deerstalker. "Holmes?"
"Unfortunately, your eyes do not deceive."
"Are you injured?"
"A systematic review of each appendage is to the negative regarding dire damage."
The doctor pulled the detective to his feet. "I suggest that you consider the conditions upon which your feet tread next time you dash after someone in the freezing cold of winter.
"You speak the truth, doctor. I shall rearrange the furniture within my brain's attic accordingly to accommodate such vital information. The solidification of hydrogen and oxygen bonds into a regularised atomic lattice lends a much polished surface upon which the reduced friction between the sole of my shoe and the ground provide insufficient resistance to counteract the forward and rearward vector forces of motion."
The bruised detective glanced around. "A pity our quarry has escaped."
Watson, still digesting the last soliloquy, smiled. "Never fear, my friend. He too has forgotten that ice is slippery. He fell just ahead and has been apprehended."
"I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose."
~ Holmes in A Study in Scarlet, ACD