[Dead, he's dead.

Dead and not returned, not here in Sherlock's morgue, not revived.]

Please.

[He wants to shout at John, order him to revive at once, but that's ludicrous. It's the truth, unvarnished and raw, that comes out. Stupid death price.]

I love you, John, you're my-- you're my best friend. Don't you dare do this. I'm supposed to save you, I made a promise. I promised...

[Her. He promised Mary, her spectre. He can't have failed again.]

John!