I had planned to lie down for a bit, but the clinking of glass drew me downstairs. Holmes was lining up petri dishes and bottles with precision. "Starting an experiment?"

He looked up in alarm at my congested voice. "Get away, get away get away! The environment must be kept as sterile as possible, I'm trying to culture a pure strain of bacteria!"

I met and held his gaze icily for two long moments of silence. "Well. Pardon me."

His eyebrows bent down just long enough to pick up a new idea; one that had nothing to do with bacteria.