Sherlock falls silent for the rest of the walk, listening to Scott's conversation with Logan with one of the tracks of his attention span and dedicating the rest to thinking about the situation: Scott's situation, specifically. There seem to be three relevant questions in all of this mess: what happened to Scott Summers?, how can he be restored to normal without endangering others with his unshielded eyes?, and what does this imply about our captors?

The first question is straightforward. In fact, Sherlock's fairly certain most of it has already been answered, and the rest will be answered with a cursory examination by Mick St. John. The second question, too, should be relatively straightforward: it'll take some doing, but with Scott's ex-wife the telekinetic and plenty of open space, Sherlock doubts it'll be a problem for long.

So he mulls over the third, but there's not much to be deduced from such sparse secondhand information. Someone decided to block Scott's eyes in a more permanent way -- was it punishment? Safety? Amusement? Scientific curiosity? Well, some of that should become evident from how they react to the removal, at any rate.

Sherlock breaks the silence when they're approaching Mick's house. "It's up ahead," he says curtly. "Far be it from me to assume anything about the biological particulars of Mr. St. John's species, but I should inform you that it's daytime."