[Sherlock looks fairly jealous at the fact he's got a cigarette. He certainly could use one. Or a hundred. An infinite supply would be useful right about now.]

This is...this is madness. I can't...I won't--this can't be real! There's an explanation, a perfectly logical and sound and sane explanation, I just have to find it!

[He has no right to yell at someone who was trying to help him. And he knew that, but it was taking every last ounce of self control not to smash the stupid phone device into a wall or start insulting every poor person that dared look his way. There was no one to deflect blame to, no one to try and deduce so that he'd at least feel better, so right now he was sort of clenching and unclenching his fists and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.]

And if there's not...

[He's quiet all of a sudden. His brows furrowed. Lips pursed. He looked back up at the one who was at least trying to calm him down. A bit.]

This is definitely...not good.