Sherlock was glad that night had fell, he didn't have to wear that cursed hood over his face. He hated it, it messed up his hair.

He started to walk towards the main road to find a taxi. He didn't even have to look back, he knew that John was following behind him with those unusually long strides for as short of a man he was.

"How did you find me?" He asked as he walked away, barely looking over his shoulder.