Sherlock tugged at his bowtie. His neck felt oddly exposed and he itched to pop his collar but John slapped his hand away,
"Sherlock, you're my Best Man and you are going to wear that suit properly, whether you like it or not"
Sherlock growled. This was not what he wanted. Sarah, stupid Sarah. Why her? Why go for the daft, normal girl when the wonderful and enigmatic Sherlock Holmes stood behind her?
Sherlock leaned forward to tap the limo driver's shoulder,
"How much farther?" he demanded
The limo driver turned to face Sherlock and Sherlock jumped: it was the crazy old taxi driver!
"'Ello, Sherlock 'Olmes"
Jeff Hope took a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Sherlock but Sherlock was too fast. He grabbed the gun and threw it out the window. He leapt on top of Hope and they grappled with each other for a moment before Sherlock threw him out the door. Jeff Hope fell through the air towards the ground, which was 50,000 feet below them. Sherlock looked back at John and saw he was stra