"Then you do not know New York," Sherlock says, talking to Ted but eyeing Watson as she continues to pick at the sandwich. "It is a city of exquisite beauty existing alongside depths of depravity. There is much Watson and I can show you."

He reaches down and gently nudges the bottle of water a little closer to Watson. Joan's eyes shift toward the motion, and without a word she picks up the bottle, opens it, and takes a sip.