I Am Too Lost For Shame

"Large enough a group to have some here and some out there," Sherlock says.

He gets to his feet and starts to pace again. Gregson. Gregson, with a wife and daughters. Gregson who believed in him. Gregson, his friend---

Sherlock lets out a sharp cry and turns, throwing the hotel television across the room. It hits the mirror by the bathroom, shattering it.

"Fucking hell!" he shouts. He puts his hands on his hips, trying to compose himself.