The Bathing Habits of Dr

The knocks come crisply—three raps and then a long span of quiet. Slumping down further, John makes every effort to ignore the intrusion and relaxes as best he can in the less-than-ideal space available. If he doesn’t move, maybe he’ll be left in peace. There’s a brief respite of silence and then, again, three more raps on the door, in faster succession this time, followed by, “John, it’s been an hour, how can you possibly—”“We agreed two, two hours.” There’s no room for argument; John’s tone makes that very clear. It sounds as though Sherlock’s mouth is pressed right to the door when he next speaks. “What if I need the toilet!?”