[Something in the back of Sherlock's mind brightens and tries to latch onto it - a memory, a conversation, a book - but then his dreams go on full alert and the police cars are pulling up, sirens roaring, and Lestrade has run up and pushed Sherlock back.
Sherlock's keen eyes, though, are still locked on Tom's face, even as both Lestrade and Donovan draw guns.]
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Sherlock's keen eyes, though, are still locked on Tom's face, even as both Lestrade and Donovan draw guns.]