Post office? "Where is there a-" And then, John notices it, nearly in front of them. He had a good feeling Sherlock was going to say something about his observation skills. Sighing heavily, John stomped off towards the post office.
As he approached, he noticed the rack of nicely stacked papers just outside of the door, and picked one up.
January 27th, 2015. Lawrence Kansas.
Slapping the paper back down, John turned back towards Sherlock and shrugged. He was under the impression that this was all some huge set up to confuse them, or at least Sherlock. But in all honesty, he had no idea what to think.
"Ohhhh, we need somewhere to stay for the night." John said, hands on his face as he tried to think of how any of this was even in the slightest possible.