"Hello," Greg says answering the phone. "I need help," Sherlock replies. "I'll be right there," Greg says hanging up and rushing out the door. On the drive over he gets what he estimates to be three dozen texts and they only make him drive faster. "I thought you said you needed help!" Greg shouts at him. "I did," Sherlock replied, "but then John snapped out of it and said yes to my proposal. Didn't you check your texts?" "NO!" Greg growls, "I was afraid you were being murdered!"