[Sherlock is more than prepared to leave when the bell is rung downstairs. He grabs the cane - a rather nice one, dark wood tipped with silver on either end - on his way out of the door, although he holds it loosely on his way to the front door. Knows this house like the back of his own hand, and he refuses to use the cane except where absolutely necessary.
It takes him not long at all to realize that whatever their final destination, the driver is going far out of his way - but the loss of his sight hasn't done any harm to the map of London in Sherlock's head. He tracks the route the entire way, which at least gives him something to focus on. It also means that when they arrive, Sherlock knows exactly where he is. Knows the layout of the lobby, where to find the lifts. He only uses the cane to locate the jamb of the front door on his way in, and then he's making his way through, walking slowly to avoid the shifting shapes that denote other humans.
the rng loves us, surely
It takes him not long at all to realize that whatever their final destination, the driver is going far out of his way - but the loss of his sight hasn't done any harm to the map of London in Sherlock's head. He tracks the route the entire way, which at least gives him something to focus on. It also means that when they arrive, Sherlock knows exactly where he is. Knows the layout of the lobby, where to find the lifts. He only uses the cane to locate the jamb of the front door on his way in, and then he's making his way through, walking slowly to avoid the shifting shapes that denote other humans.
He wonders whether she's heard.
But she must have.]