[Mary might find that the slaughterhouse that's appeared since she arrived has some convenient rolls of butcher paper in it that she's able to pull from in the future. John decides he needs to be careful with what he writes. After Sherlock had come home and told him about his conversation with Mary, it's clear whatever happened in The Box... he and Sherlock somehow went mad. Or there's some version of him out there who really is in love with Sherlock. That his future-already-dead wife would encounter that version is... troubling. To say the least.]
Mary,
Thank you very much for the bread. We had some with dinner last night. Excellent accompaniment to rabbit stew!
Take all the time you'd like. I'm happy to just write back and forth. I do want to make one thing clear, though, in case Sherlock wasn't: I'm not married. I've never been married from what I can remember. And Sherlock is my friend and housemate. That's enough for the both of us to be getting on with.
11/2
Mary,
Thank you very much for the bread. We had some with dinner last night. Excellent accompaniment to rabbit stew!
Take all the time you'd like. I'm happy to just write back and forth. I do want to make one thing clear, though, in case Sherlock wasn't: I'm not married. I've never been married from what I can remember. And Sherlock is my friend and housemate. That's enough for the both of us to be getting on with.
Best,
John