No one was able to contain themselves. The stunned look on John's face as he gazed dumbfounded at his own wrist was too much, and Harry looked like she was about to cry. John aimed a playful swat at Sherlock before unfastening and returning the watch, humbly accepting his defeat.

After the laughter died down, he described finding the suitcase, the slight misunderstanding with Scotland Yard (carefully editing out the drugs bust portion of the affair) and now Sherlock was alone with the mad cabbie.