Joan is sitting up in bed, holding the covers up and over her chest and drinking the water Sherlock brought her. She beams as Ted comes in and hands the glass back to Sherlock, who is sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. Her hand is noticeably steady.

"Hey," she says. "How did your appointment go?"

Sherlock gets up and heads out of the room to give them time and Watson privacy. He doesn't look at Ted as he passes by.