John hesitated near the jeweler's shop. It was the second time in as many weeks that he had considered going in.

He imagined Sherlock's reaction to his purchase: "One carat solitaire diamond. Platinum band. Dull."

And maybe "dull" was right. It would mean a new life. No more risking everything to experience the thrill of the chase. No more dropping everything to dash across London for a text.

His phone buzzed.

Development re: Randolph case. Come to Barts immediately. -SH

John put his phone back into his pocket and started towards the hospital.

The ring would still be there tomorrow.