Bella glances out the nearest window. It's late in the year and the days are getting shorter, but they're not that short yet; there's still plenty of time until sunset.

And far too much time until Charlie gets home.

"That entity," she says suddenly, looking back at Sherlock. "Is there anything I'm - more equipped to know about it now than I was before?"

She doesn't think he held anything back, but even just hearing the same things again could be useful now that she has a better context for them.