EPILOGUE
When they settled in bed that night Sherlock reached out for John, stroking his chest dreamily.
"This has been a most refreshing trip. I'm looking forward to going home and getting back to work tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Of course. I'm well rested, bursting with energy. That was the reason for coming here, wasn't it?"
What about my rest, John thought.
"You're right. You'll stay another day. You do look a bit pale. Get some sun and sleep. You really have to take better care of yourself, John. We don't want you tiring yourself."
John closed his eyes tired and laughed to himself. He'd been granted a day off. Fantastic.
"Now, where's my phone? Can't wait to pick out the next case."