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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

We met while we were in there. Do you still have the marks on your hand? You scratched messages to yourself. We were separated before everyone figured out heading to the center.

[howdull]

[There's a pause as he checks his hand. Oh-- some of that is pretty interesting, actually.]

Yes. I have the scratches and one of those damn hats.

[jumpthegun]

Wear the hat. You've been needing one since you got here and that one's specifically for this sort of weather. I don't want to have to cut off pieces of your ears for the frostbite.

I got my casebook.

[howdull]

I'm not wearing the hat.

[End of that discussion.]

You can show me when you get here. Wherever here is.

[jumpthegun]

She gave you the hat for a reason.

Want to show me on video. Or have you looked at the map to get a read on your location, yet?

[howdull]

[Of course he hasn't worked it out on the map, his orienteering skills are atrocious.]

It's a building surrounded by snow, I'm sure I can work it out from here.

[jumpthegun]

[John's expression flattens, even if Sherlock can't see it.]

Perfectly sound description, but I was hoping you'd go deeper.

[The sarcasm is oozing off of John's own reply as he misquotes one of Sherlock's own lines at him.]

Turn on your camera, I'll help you figure out where you are and where you need to go.

[howdull]

I said I could work it out from here.

[He's a little touchy about needing help right now, what with his mind being so unreliable.]

Goodbye, John.

[Huff. And he hangs up.]