I suppose I should start with saying that Sherlock's alive again and that I didn't murder either of my container-mates. Has been nearly a week now. Though he's very emotional. Keeps hugging people. Good thing he's got his violin to help with that.

This week we've been given some supplies: sheets, soap, food, other various things. And wine.

Crates and crates of wine.

I've got a few stashed away in one of the containers near us along with some other things. There wasn't any room to put it in ours, not with Maya joining us in the container. It was easier to keep an eye on her progress, plus it means she's got someone around. I cook for us and she eats more then either Sherlock and Conan do. And I've been helping Rory out in the clinic now that everyone's mostly sane again.

Got a gift from one of my patients, Ms. Stone. It was a bottle of wine. One I could have gotten for myself, yes, but I wouldn't have felt right taking something important or costly. Never really have.

With the addition of Maya the container is feeling a bit crowded but it wouldn't be too bad if she wasn't having so many guests. Suppose that's what it's like to room with someone with a lot of close friends. Either way, a break is needed from the space tonight. Sherlock could probably do with one too. Time to break out some of that wine I stashed earlier.