[After getting over his initial shock, Sherlock is able to deduce the signs that John looks...a bit older. It's so impossible--improbable--that the detective shakes his head almost imperceptibly, not wanting to accept what reality had in store. Maybe it was faked. But why? It would be pointless. No matter who hated him or wanted him dead--and that was a long list he was sure--this was far too subtle and pointless to try and fake.]

Virginia.

[His tone flattens further, dully. But he's getting agitated, much like that one night after he had seen the 'Hound'. Where he was having trouble determining what was real and what was false. Doubt. Fear. It was all there in his eyes.]

This isn't...John, this can't be...

[He looks far more like a lost puppy at the moment than much else. Sherlock Holmes was a confident genius when the world wasn't pulled out from under his feet.]

A few restaurants...gas station. A consignment store.