Sherlock was not really one for walking in the park, but he was investigating a kidnapped dog. He really really didn't want to take this case, but the owner was a very close friend of his landlady, so he was her trying to look for his droppings.

He wasn't paying attention, looking down to look for poop when he bumped into someone.

"Hey, look where you're..." He stopped as he straightened up. It was John.

"Oh, it's you.." He said, his voice flat.