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There's a pale young man out back of Milliways, leaning against a tree by the lake with a cigarette and a contemplative expression.

If this were his Cal—

"You won't," Sherlock agrees. Because they've ensured that much at least.

Cal smiles thinly.

"So I guess I forgive Milliways after all."

Milliways usually knows what it's doing.

"Yes, in this instance, I believe it had a positive net result."

"I'll keep you posted on how it goes."

If they don't run into each other again, he can always leave notes with Bar.

"Much obliged."