It was three days later when John got his everything moved back to 221B, Baker Street.
"You'd take a long way to work every day." Sherlock sat in his sofa when John came back from shopping.
After staring at him for several seconds, John decided to inform him directly, "I close my clinic, if that's what you mean."
"Oh." Sherlock didn't look surprised at all.
"I'd take it as an apology." John turned to kitchen.
"An apology for what?"
"For your stupidity." John thought about it for a while, "I'd never forgive you. Everyone except me knew about your fake death…"
"You were the only one knowing my fake case," Sherlock interrupted him, and added rather disapprovingly, "If you didn't tell Lestrade."
"Yes, and watch you killed by your own stupidity." John came out with tea, then he changed the topic, "There are so many coincidence in London Map, aren't there?"
"No." Sherlock repeated.
"Hey…" John protested, "Eyes and nose…"
"The museum is in no case looking like a brain, how did you find it?"
"Ur," John got stuck a little. "It was there, right where it should be…"
"Exactly." Sherlock turned to him and smiled, "Locations, not key, were key to these riddles. What did you find on the way to museum?" He looked at John, a weird eager sparkling in his eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't find anything."
"Well. I found," John recalled, "Waterloo Bridge was a symmetric axis of the old city of London and Westminster, and River Thames…"
"River Thames made a turn there 2 thousand years ago just the way it does now, and Old London and Westminster both located where goods and people could be landed directly from ship. They were symmetric by nature, not by chance. Moriaty just picked out the center of which to be eyes. Remember where the dead bodies were found?"
"London Bridge and Westminster Bridge… They suggested the old cities?" John began to follow.
"Point at them, actually." Sherlock replied.
"But the nose and brain?"
"You could possibly expect something to happen on the axis, that's a practical rule in every field. I'd say again, the structure of London is there, whether it looked like a face or not."
"But the Little New Street…" John protested.
"Well, that's another rule." Sherlock smiled, "Man could always find proof for what they believe in."
"You should be burned, in features." Holding back himself from punching that elated face, John said indignantly at last.
"Well, that." Sherlock replied indifferently, "above his average level, I'd say, but not as well as the trap I designed for myself, too artistic."
"And yours too arrogant." John commented deliberately. "Breaking into Mycroft's database, threaten the country and government, set bomb on Press Center… What's that?"
"Well, I've feasted myself a little during last year. Something I learned from Moriaty, actually." Sherlock smiled.
"Right. Try Swiss Bank next time." John interrupted himself capturing Sherlock's look. "No, don't, I'm kidding."
"Well." After a second the latter admitted disappointedly, "won't be more challenging than Mycroft's, anyway."
John gave out a sigh of relief.