Sherlock threw the last of their supplies into the back of the old, battered up Jeep that they had procured for the trip, loaded down with enough extra fuel for them to get around the desert. He was dressed much like the locals, and though he was trying to grow a beard, it was quite slow in coming in, so it was just stubble. He was jealous that John's growth was much thicker and even.

He nodded. "No time like the present." He said, and jumped in on the passenger's side.