For the moment content without a cigarette, Watson set the case aside, though he took the brandy gladly. "I do, too," he agreed. Looking up at the ceiling, which was unfamiliar yet cosy and reassuring, he felt remarkably comfortable. He settled himself against Holmes's shoulder, careful of the brandy in his hand. "I have the feeling it shan't take us very long at all. We're already quite at home, after all."

He stretched, his own naked leg alongside Holmes's beneath the blanket, and he sipped his brandy.