Are you grabbing the milk? –JW
You're taking too long. Come back. –JW
Sherlock, this isn't funny anymore. Come home. –JW
I threw out the rotting body parts. Sorry. –JW
I hope you're doing well, deducing I presume. –JW
Merry Christmas. –JW
My therapist is trying to make me forget. I refuse. –JW
I have a new best friend; the skull is a very good listener. –JW
She tells me not too, but I still believe in you. I always will. –JW
Mycroft took the skull, now I have nobody. –JW
If you don't come home I'll get a new roommate, Sherlock. –JW
I've made an ad and posted it. This is a nice flat, someone will respond I bet. –JW
Got a few people, not like you. One was a fan of yours, tall blonde guy. I punched him in the jaw. –JW
I see you in my nightmares. –JW
The milk is taking a long time to get back to the flat, Sherlock. Too long. –JW
Please come home. Please. –JW
Sherlock, I am running out of distractions. –JW
I found your stash. It feels good. Thank you. –JW
I ran out, Sherlock. It's only been six days and I ran out. –JW
Are you bored of me? I can change. Please come home Sherlock. Please. –JW
I can't go on much longer. –JW
I am trying so hard to believe. –JW
Mrs. Hudson doesn't come up anymore. She doesn't believe. I'm the only one left. –JW
Sherlock, please. I am breaking apart. I admit it. Now come back. –JW
I will always believe. –JW
Alright, I give up. –JW