Getting Better
"Something's wrong here, John." Sherlock was pacing back and forth in front of three dead bodies laid out in the morgue.
"Sherlock?" He didn't even turn towards Molly, though he did stop to look at John.
John stood with his arms folded. "Is it something missing? Or something that shouldn't be there?"
"I think something is missing, but…"
"Sherlock…" Molly held out her hand as if she would pull his sleeve to get his attention if necessary.
"What do you want, Molly? I'm trying to think!"
She pointed toward the farthest corpse. "Sh-Sherlock, is that body supposed to be moving?"