Sherlock, whilst waiting for Jim to get back, got rather bored.

He seems to have located more pens, and at one point, pulled every ounce of Shakespeare he's not managed to delete from his memory and written it on one of the walls. The result is a bit chaotic, since it's all just been put down in stream of conscious and with little regard to which play that particular bit came from.

Quite a bit of the room has been trashed -- stuff knocked over, curtains pulled down. It looks like someone had one hell of a party. That, or like someone was looking for the rest of the coke.

That someone is now once again passed, face down, out on what remains of Jim's bed (the duvet, Jim will find in the bath).