Sherlock watched John go. He still felt like he was no closer to understand him that he had been before Greg gave him the power to feel emotions. Just when they seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough, John closed up and Sherlock felt like he had taken two step back instead of forward.

Her was seriously considering either just leaving, or forcing Greg upon pain and torture to tell him what the fuck was going on, when he noticed a chill in the air.

He looked over to the door. Ice was creeping up from the bottom upwards, and vines were entangled in the ice..

What the fuck was going on? m