[And Sherlock is watching her, distressed by what she's doing but not finding the words to articulate why, exactly. He looks around them, not understanding why's she's acting like this, and why he can't understand what's happening to them, to everyone... but as always, when he tries to formulate an answer, his mind blanks again. Too many whys...]
[After a while though, he finally seems to have had enough, and fights his own confusion to call to her.]
Jamie. [A long winded demand is not something he can muster right at this moment, so he settles for few words he can manage. He opens, shuts, then opens his mouth again, emphasizing the one things he knows he wants at this moment.] Just... stop.