“He always says that he has no friends, but I doubt that."Sally smiled towards John who just recently came in the room. She watched how Sherlock played his violin which made her smile. Whenever he played she would tag along with the sound of the oboe. ” I remember when he would play the violin. I would always wanted to play with him so I played the oboe with him.“She chuckled at the memories that were flowing in as he played.