Sherlock doesn't care. He doesn't care if everyone sees him leaving the room. He just wants to be out. He wants to be out and away from the thoughts in his head. What he really wants is to be high, to be free of it. It won't help, he tells himself, and he can't handle more of Watson's disappointment. He walks to a car and pulls the door open. Unlocked. Why wouldn't it be? In a small town like this. He begins to hotwire the car.