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It's not important in the immediate, life or death sense. It's just an observation I've made. About a situation. I'd prefer to say it while we're walking.

"Evidence. Cold slows decomposition. Basic science. And no, I wouldn't put them in the pickle jar. I'm not a savage."

Does that mean he's given up?

Yes. There's something I need to talk to you about anyway. The walk might help.

It might take too long. It's the progression of decomposition dependent on environment.

No, no. We can make it a morning thing. However we can still get what we need for dinner . . . The experiment needs to settle anyway.

Okay, I will. . . . Right now?

. . . How mini are we talking? Because it would need to be big enough for other body parts. If it's big enough, then yes. If that's what you'd prefer.

It's just until the experiment is done.

Yes, John?

He's doing a test . . . So yes, there are severed fingers in the fridge.

He can talk to him. He might be able to help.

Sherlock exhales softly through his nose, eyes still fixed ahead. "I assure you, if there were something worth sharing, I would have done so already. I'm merely tolerating your attempt at provocation."