I know as much as the fact he needed to go undercover. He required camouflage, so he didn’t wear his coat or scarf. They’re right behind me, on their hooks. I’m fairly sure he took a jumper of mine that’s too big instead. My gun is missing also. He took that too. But he didn’t say much before I left for work… he was just musing himself with some samples he got from the case the day earlier. I could look there, I guess.

Sherlock did leave me a note on the counter for my return, but all it says is “Don’t worry”. But I am worried. Actually, I’m going to go see if Mrs. Hudson will feed the cat later right now if I decide to go out and find him. I just hope the bloody bastard didn’t go and get himself killed. Again.