CRYING, you guise. CRYING. Not sniffles, not tears running gently down my cheeks. Full-on heaving sobs, tears gushing, and swallowing buckets of snot. And the thing is, I can't even pinpoint why. Granted, I've been a bit depressed lately anyway, and I'm getting over the cold from hell, and my husband says I'm experiencing withdrawl from cold meds (which I'm not really sure but I'm kind of inclined to believe, since I got really depressed after my last cold, too), but this episode felt like a break- up. It feels like I fell in love, slowly but surely, with Sherlock and Watson. I giggled at their interplay, I fawned over their mutual care, no matter how many layers of sarcasm it was cloaked in. And then Mary came into the mix, and it felt so right, so natural, and to find out she and Watson are partners in real life! And then this. This episode slammed into me like a flatbed truck loaded with bricks. Why did I have such a visceral reaction? What the hell is wrong with me? Anyway, still no spoilers, other than I might die if there aren't more episodes. Literally.