He wishes he could find the world as fascinating as Nell does now; for Holmes there is nothing to hold his attention, to pique his interest. But those are morbid thoughts, and one that he finds aren't too difficult to set aside.

He takes Watson's arm, at least for the moment, and considers their options.

"The beach," he declares, only just now thinking of it, but it's what comes to mind when he thinks of fresh, new, and starting over. "Perhaps we'll find a buried treasure," he says dryly.