Missing scene from the end of A Study in Snapshots:
Holmes haphazardly tossed his remaining few possessions over his shoulder into an open packing-case, completely unaware that the Doctor was removing and neatly repacking said items.
"Watch it," Watson warned amusedly as a common-place book nearly bashed him in the head when it missed its depository.
"Mm? I say, do you remember this?" the detective asked, brandishing a bulging scrapbook. "No, no, don't get up, dear chap; I forgot. Hold a moment."
Holmes awkwardly mashed a pile of relics into the packing-case, much to the Doctor's organizational dismay, and then slid down beside his friend, their backs against the couch.
Watson leant over to look with nostalgia. "Yes, I remember. You kept that all these years?"
"Indeed…" Holmes's eyes softened as he perused the pages, which had collected every time his name had appeared in public print before the Strand, complete with the few pictures that occasionally had filtered into the press; all carefully preserved and inscribed in a familiar handwriting, and ending with a Swiss article dated May 4, 1891.
"If I did not know better, I should think you were some sort of crazed admirer," Holmes teased.
Watson's moustache twitched in a smile. "Half-correct, at least."
The detective grinned. "Only half?"
"Try living with London's untidiest resident for twenty years and see how sane you turn out to be."