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Sherlock made his way back to the sitting area and slowly sat down in the arm chair. He crossed one leg over the other and then drew his hands, which were pressed palm-to-palm together, near his lips, so they were hovering just millimeters away. With a poker face on, he stared at the wall ahead, eyes appearing to be blank and unfocused.

"Look," John said, "whatever you decide to do I'll be right behind you, yeah? You don't have to take this case, they can't make you, but if you want to I won't disappear..." Sherlock turned his head so he was looking at Watson. However, his eyes still seemed vacant.

"I can't just drop a case because it's too 'hard', John," he said, stressing the word a bit too much so it sounded brutal and a bit rude. "How would any advances in science or medicine or math ever be achieved if the scientists had said 'oh no, this is far too hard for us'? No, I won't drop this case..." In the time it took him to rant, John had wandered back into the sitting room. "Maybe a wolf escaped from the zoo or something?"

"That still does not explain how a wolf managed to enter a room on the second story of a building," said Holmes, his irritation becoming more and more evident. This case was annoying him, angering him...even upsetting him to some degree. None of the puzzle pieces were matching up and it seemed to be one dead end after another.