John had startled too- but the relief when it came was immense. For a mercifully brief moment that had felt like eternity he'd thought he would have to try and defend the three of them- and then Sherlock, Sherlock, that mad bastard...

"Madame bloody Tussauds," he groaned. "Alright. We find you somewhere to sit down, Joan, I see to your shoulder, Sherlock, and then we turn these damn things around so they're not looking at me."