[Sighs. Then slowly opens the doors, standing back from him.]

I wasn't me, okay. Well okay I was me, but it wasn't me, me. It was chemically imbalanced me. Not that I'm even sure how that happened because I don't remember eating or drinking anything different. But hey, Sherlock's been insisting that's what it is for the last few days. And well, I know that I'm always putting you through things that you probably should never be pu-

I've already filled the tool box by the way. The day you left, I did.