"Oh," Lestrade said after a few seconds, "Well, since it was audio only, I must have mistaken the voice. Sorry, Big Bro, didn't mean to make you worry." She turned off the phone before he could reply and looked over at Holmes.

"Sounds like someone's playing a joke on me." She gave him a half-hearted grin.

With the same grim smile from earlier twisting his lips, Holmes replied, "A potentially deadly joke, my dear Lestrade."

An ominous silence filled the room. It was broken by Watson, who asked, "But surely, Holmes, you don't think the attack on Lestrade and the phone call are connected?"

Lestrade said, "Yeah, they attacked me on Baker Street, not at the restaurant. How could whoever called me know I would be forced to land here? It was just a coincidence."

Holmes gave her a penetrating look. "I am not a believer in coincidence," he told her, "and they could have known where you were by following you. However, it is useless to conjecture without all the facts."

Lestrade stood up. "Well," she began, "I'm not going to let some two-bit thugs scare me off. They won't catch me off guard next time. If you two will excuse me, I'm going to see if they did anything to the hovercar." She made as if to leave, but was stopped by Holmes' voice.

"Think, Lestrade," he commanded. "With that fog, you would never be able to see your way past the front steps, much less down the street. At least wait until morning. Then we can all go."

Lestrade mulled this over for a second, then reluctantly nodded. "All right, but first thing in the morning I'm leaving. With or without you."

Holmes raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"I suppose you can take the couch, Lestrade," Watson said.

With that, they all went to bed, Holmes to his room and Lestrade on the couch. Whether or not they actually slept was anybody's guess. Watson, who did not need sleep, went into regeneration mode.

The next morning, the three set off to where the car had been abandoned. As they approached the spot, Holmes suddenly gave a cry of glee. Lestrade and Watson looked to see what caused it.

"Now that the fog has lifted, so to speak, the evidence is clear," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What evidence?" Lestrade questioned, but Holmes would not elaborate.