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Sherlock was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, examining his pupil critically when he heard Watson enter the flat. "In here," he called, moving his hand away from his face. There was something incredibly strange about his appearance today. The hue and texture of his skin seemed to be changing, becoming rougher, redder. He'd located two hard lumps on the back of his skull. They'd grown over an inch since he first became aware of them an hour ago. His eyes had gone from light blue to startling amber, and his pupil had slit. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening to him, but it was certainly fascinating. 000 With the groceries in h