Joan has her bags packed. She hasn't even told Sherlock that she's leaving, wholly wrapped up in guilt and fear and pain. She tries not to think about Ted, but it's impossible. She can't not think of him, not miss him, not feel incredibly empty in the knowledge that she can't be with him. She tries to pass the time until she leaves for the airport, but winds up mostly staring at the wall.

When the doorbell rings she frowns, not expecting anyone. She's tempted to just not answer. She looks like a mess, and she doesn't really want to see anyone right now. But maybe it's someone for Sherlock.

She goes down and opens the door, and is surprised to see Beard there.

"Um...hey," she says.