magnavox_23 | I'm Your Landlady, Not A Plot Device!

Sherlock has a drug induced holiday special told from John's POV wherein he and all his friends live in Victorian times. Lestrade, in need of alcoholic comfort, seeks Sherlock's help in solving crimes from beyond the grave, but Sherlock is pure reason toppled by sheer melodrama, and instead goes home to sulk, shoot up, converse with the front half of Jim's head, and tear himself back to supposed reality aboard the jet. But reality being the bore it is, he heads back to 1895 to wage war on the patriarchy, throw shades of homoerotic subtext beneath a waterfall, and then jump back to the present to figure out if Moriarty has been missed!