The gentle nattering is soothing, and Joan is able to relax a little more, the physical ache of her grief easing just a bit.
When they get to 221B Joan texts Sherlock, and the detective comes down to meet them, putting his bags in the trunk of the cab and then joining them in the back, Joan sliding closer to Ted to make room.
"Did you print out the tickets?" Joan asks.
"I did." Sherlock affirms. "Your choice of seating assignments are acceptable for a Boeing 787-9. A choice of emergency exits."
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When they get to 221B Joan texts Sherlock, and the detective comes down to meet them, putting his bags in the trunk of the cab and then joining them in the back, Joan sliding closer to Ted to make room.
"Did you print out the tickets?" Joan asks.
"I did." Sherlock affirms. "Your choice of seating assignments are acceptable for a Boeing 787-9. A choice of emergency exits."