With Sherlock awake and on his way downstairs, some of Alyce's better mood begins to dwindle. She'd hoped against hope that Trixi might have texted her overnight with news or even forgiveness, but so far she's received nothing. If Sherlock does go out, and he finds Tom (and Alyce is pretty sure he will), and the coat doesn't work or something else happens to him... it will be partly her fault.

Of course, all of this is partly her fault.

The best she can do is make Sherlock take a little more time to listen to the information only she can give him.

"Okay, Project Stall the Detective is nearly a go." She fitfully twists a strand of her hair around her finger.