[ They cut a peculiar juxtaposition, standing so near to each other. This man bright and cheerful and Sherlock dark and ... Decidedly uncheerful. He watches each person and there's no end of annoyance about it. He has no idea what this place is like, he has no idea what sort of places these refugees come from. Conclusion: he has no idea about any of them, and that, that doesn't sit right.
The one thing he does know is there on the wall, evident and obvious as always. A line of portraits of people here so John is here, somewhere, established. He'll need to find him. And how convenient that - ]
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The one thing he does know is there on the wall, evident and obvious as always. A line of portraits of people here so John is here, somewhere, established. He'll need to find him. And how convenient that - ]
You know that man. In the portrait.
[ It's not a question. It never is. ]