"Thank you." Joan squeezes his hand back, just a little, then reaches for the phone that Sherlock left on the nightstand. She looks at it for a long moment, long enough that Ted might think she's stuck again. But then she turns on the phone, brings up her dad's number and hits the call button, raising the phone up to her ear.

The phone rings four times before a weary voice answers.

"Hey Joanie."

Joan smiles faintly, sadly.

"Hi dad. You doing okay?"

"All things considered?"

She breathes a small, quiet laugh that's just a hair away from a sob. "Yeah. Hey...I was wondering if you've made arrangements. I need to book my flight."

"Right...right...um. Wednesday. Oren and I decided on Wednesday."

"Okay. That's good to know. I'll let you know my plans once I make them."

"Is Sherlock coming with you?"

"Yes. And Ted."

"Ted...oh, that man you've been seeing in London."

She glances at Ted. "Yes. I told you about Ted. We're living together."

"You're not living with Sherlock anymore?"

"I am. Sort of. It's complicated."

"Ted is the one keeping you in London, though."

"Dad..."

"I'm just saying. It would have been nice to have you here. Oren and I would have appreciated it. I know your mom would have appreciated it."

Joan closes her eyes and bows her head. "I'll call when I know my plans."

"All right. Love you, Joanie."

"Love you, dad."

She hangs up, puts the phone aside, and hides her face in her hands.