Oh there’s a house like this. It’s only me. How clean is your house? I smell baking. It's an apple pie. Glorious Mrs. Hudson, hellooo. God, look at the wallpaper. So here we are Sherlock Holmes HQ. Ah, too many notes. Вoring boring. He’s put headphones on... good god... Books books books... Аh temper temper temper… skull? I wonder what your skull would look like on my wall... More skulls, more skulls. [???] How the hours must fly by. Alas, poor Sherlock, I knew him well [giggles]. Time to go, time to go…