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"Sherlock?" John asked concerned when he entered the flat, where he found Sherlock huddled up in his chair.
"Shhh!"
"Sherlock, what are you doing?"
"I'm watching the Phantom," Sherlock replied.
"Again?"
John blinked.
"Sherlock, this is the third day in a row that you watch the Phantom."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, Lestrade called you twenty-one times already," John explained. "And since you don't answer your phone he is calling me now to ask if you are alright. Apparently, you are not."
"Leave me alone, John, I'm busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"Busy watching the Phantom."
"Sherlock, you hate the Phantom."
"Hate is such a strong word."
"Yes, but it fits," John established. "May I remind you that last week you practically destroyed the musical verbally?"
"Water under the bridge, John, water under the bridge."
"Are you telling me that you took a fancy to it?"
"A fancy?" Sherlock repeated. "Oh, this is much more than a fancy!"
"Clearly," John agreed. "Sherlock, you are more obsessed by this musical than I ever was! Look! The memory stick is already fuming! That's how often you have watched the recording."
"Relax, John, I am not watching from your precious memory stick."
John inclined his head.
"Don't tell me you bought the Phantom on DVD!"
"DVD?"
Sherlock snorted.
"No, John," he answered. "I've got it on Blu-ray!"