"I am, actually," John said, placing his mug back on the counter. "Positively merry. Now, I'll have my cell on me. You're welcome to text me if anything important comes up."

John grabbed his scarf from the door hanger as he exited the kitchen, knotting it around his neck. "If you're bored," he began, buttoning up his coat. "You could clean up around here a bit. I'm sure Mrs. Hudson would appreciate it."