November 2nd excerpt:

John got up and crept up on Sherlock’s room. The door was open, so John walked right in and frowned at the scene. The detective had stripped his bookshelves of their contents, carefully arranged them on his bed, and was running his fingers over every crevice and corner of the shelves. He froze when he heard John enter.

“Snooping around, are we?” asked John flatly, crossing his arms.