Back in the brownstone, Watson notes that honey is dripping from the ceiling and joins Holmes on the roof. He's got bees. Mystery solved! He claims he's writing a book called "Practical Handbook of Bee Culture With Some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen." But only in his head. And he's up to chapter 19. Anyway, you will be pleased to know that this is a reference to the Arthur Conan Doyle story, "His Last Bow," in which Sherlock Holmes writes a book with that name. I mean, some other things happen too. It's not just a description of a man writing a book about bees.

Holmes rejects the last guy as a suspect: "His body language said sub, not dom. I don't see him having the berries to take another life." Then he moves on to analyzing Watson, accusing her of hating her job. Well, she's only had it for one day. His theory is that she has two alarm clocks, and that no one who does that loves their job. She could just have trouble waking up, couldn't she? Anyway, he knows Watson is on the job for six weeks and assures her that he won't be using drugs. So he recommends a six-week holiday.

Watson wakes up. Her clocks are unplugged and de-batteried. She has a voicemail from "S. Holmes, Police Station" which makes no sense. The call came in at 9:50.

She meets him at 10:37 at the station and says she'll need his saliva. Woo woo! Except she gets it by sticking a swab in his mouth instead of something more... slobbery. He tells her that he, who loves what he does, got up early. He thinks their killer has killed before, partly because of the souvenir. That's a serial killer trait. Also, there's another woman who got attacked the same way and looked a lot like Amy Dampier. But there's a difference: she survived.

And she says she can't help them. They're at her house talking to her now. I could have said that at the beginning of the paragraph, but I wanted to do one of those sudden scene-shifts you get in shows like this. She can't remember anything about him. Specifically, denies him having a scent. And what about the mask, asks Holmes. "Ski? Mexican wrestling? Paper plate?" She says it was a ski mask, and he presses her for a description of his eyes. He makes a big deal out of the idea that if someone has their hands around your throat, they can't be more than a couple feet away. And he knows that she's lying because she's fiddling with her crucifix. Watson protests ("Sherlock!") and eventually throws him out to go wait in the car. Watson tells her she's really sorry.