[The feed shows Holmes sat in the corner of his room, his violin held tightly in his hands, as a child would to a favourite toy]
No, you may not 'touch it', or 'see it', or indeed 'play it' - and I don't know who you are but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone--
Come now, Holmes - don't you remember me? You must do~
[A tall, well dressed man steps in view of the feed. He's nosing through Holmes' things, pushing papers aside and picking up bottles. This in itself is starting to get to Sherlock, who slowly gets to his feet, his eyes trained on the strange man who entered his bedroom without asking.]
You do know that what you've been drinking is meant for eye surgery?
[His smile is cocky and smug, whilst Holmes' expression falls flat; he recalls Watson one saying that to him, and he suddenly scowls, and shoves the other man away from his desk. They both exit the feed, one protesting and the other angrily insistant, before the door slams shut, and the lock is pushed across..]