Two weeks after this, Sherlock and John were finally back in the game. Lestrade had called them after a woman was found shot in her garden.
"Molly, I need to see the body of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings", Sherlock said as he strolled into the morgue, with John close behind him.
A silence followed, which usually would have been filled with an "Um, sure."
"Molly?" John shouted, starting to get nervous. "Molly?"
Instead of the mousy forensic pathologist they had come accustom to, a tall black man appeared. "May I help you?" he asked in a grave, African accent.
"Yes, I need to see the body of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings", Sherlock said, "And Kenya?"
The Kenyan smiled and lowly pointed at Sherlock, "You must be Sherlock Holmes. Dr. Hopper told me all 'bout you."
"Yes, yes, of course", Sherlock nodded, "by the way, where is Molly?"
The Kenyan paused, with his mouth gapping open, and then said, "She transferred to St Peter's hospital in Essex, but she explained the arrangement St. Bart's and you have so"—the Kenyan pulled out a clipboard from out of nowhere and glanced at it quickly—"Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings?" Sherlock nodded again, "Follow me, then."
