John watched Mycroft go and let out a sigh. He looked around the flat. It had been almost a year since he had been here last. And oh he missed it. He had missed London so.

He got up after a moment and carefully descended down the stairs to the outside. He looked around and then spotted a young woman sitting just down the street with a cup. John got a sandwich and coffee from the shot just under their flat and brought it to the young woman.

"Can you do me a favor miss?" He asked, "I'm looking for a tall man, skinny, curly black hair... Can you give him this note?" He held it out to her, along with the food and drink.