Zingled has been taken over by Sherlock fans.
Reichenchats and Reichenfeels everywhere.
▲: do you suffer from reichenfeels
▼: Absolutely. -SH
▲: Not as much as me -JW
▲: How could you
▲: I thought you were dead
▼: I was, and still am to the rest of the world. Your suffering caused me too much pain to watch… you must tell nobody, John. -SH
▲: Will you come back to the flat, Sherlock? I died every day you weren’t there -JW
▼: I can’t, at least not now. Soon. -SH
▲: Lestrade misses you. -JW
▲: Will you tell him? -JW
▼: I suppose I have to. You two are the only ones I can trust with this… Please keep Mrs. Hudson in the dark for awhile longer. -SH
▲: Grief just isn’t Lestrade’s division. He’s not handling this well. -JW
▼: Last time I saw him, I could swear he had gained around 3 pounds from doughnut consumption alone. -SH
▲: Good God. -JW
▲: I haven’t seen him in a while. -JW
▼: Ms. Adler sends her regards. -SH
▲: She- she’s alive? This is all getting too much Sherlock. Is this really you? Is this real life? -JW
▼: I swear on the thing I love most in this world that she and I are alive and well. We’re in Munich, actually. -SH
▼: Hello John dear, do hope you’re well. xx IA
▲: I’m in a bit of shock right now, Irene. But I feel on top of the world… -JW
▲: This is amazing. Sherlock… What is ‘the thing in the world you love most’? -JW
▼: John, he’s actually dancing around the flat now, playing a Beatles song on his violin. Which one was your favorite, again? xx IA
▲: I’m a big fan of Across The Universe actually. -JW
▼: As I suspected. xx IA
▲: How did you know? -JW
▼: That’s the one he’s playing, dear. Please don’t be daft… xx IA
▲: Oh. Sorry. Irene, do you know what happened to Moriarty? After Sherlock fell… I just forgot about him. -JW
▼: Erm… You read the article in The Sun about Richard, the storyteller, being killed? That’s not entirely accurate. His German’s absolutely horrendous, which is partly why we’re in Munich at the moment. xx IA
▲: Of course of course. Do you want me to come over? I can’t live here alone knowing Sherlock is alive. Please, I need to see him. -JW
▼: I’m certain that he’d love that, but it strikes me as being more than mildly dangerous. How are your disguises? xx IA
▲: It’s not a field I’m incredibly experienced in, but I’ll do anything. I’ll sort something out. -JW
▼: I’m sure our Sherlock can arrange something if the need be. Perhaps Mycroft could assist. xx IA
▲: Mycroft knows he’s alive? Why didn’t he tell me? I NEEDED to know this! -JW
▼: Mycroft is a bit of a douche, dear. xx IA
▲: Apparently. -JW
▼: It was always obvious to me. -SH
▲: I see you haven’t changed since you’ve been gone. -JW
▼: I wouldn’t have allowed for it. The plan has always been to come back to you. -SH
▲: Will it be soon? Do you promise? -JW
▼: Once again, John, I swear on the only thing on Earth that I truly, unconditionally, and unwaveringly love. Train ticket should arrive tomorrow morning at 221B. -SH
▲: Tell me, what’s this thing you love so much? I have to know you’re being truthful. I need proof I can trust you. -JW
▼: Don’t be daft, John Hamish Watson. After saving my life, after the Hound, after hearing you cry at my bloodied body, after those stoic, beautiful tears at my grave… Don’t be daft. -SH
▲: Oh…. Well… I- I don’t know what to say, Sherlock. -JW
▼: Then don’t say anything at all. -SH
▲: I… We’ll talk more in Munich, Sherlock. This… changes everything. I need to see you. -JW
▲: Mrs Hudson is climbing the stairs. She can’t know you’re alive. I… have to go. We’ll see each other soon. -JW
▼: Not soon enough. -SH
▲: Never soon enough. -JW
▲: I’m so pleased you’re alive, Sherlock. -JW
▼: I’m pleased that you’re pleased… I expected you to be angry. -SH
▲: I might be angry later on… But I am so, so relieved. You mean so much to me Sherlock. But I have to go. Mrs Hudson is knocking on the door. -JW
▲: Goodbye for now, Sherlock. -JW
▼: Goodbye, my sweet, brave soldier. -SH
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