When they arrived at Windsor Castle, there was much more running to be done. There was always running to be done with these two. Sherlock sprinted around the grounds, searching until they found the tiny, familiar red flag. He wouldn't exactly say that it was a welcome sight, but... Well, it was good enough and he damn well wanted that funnel cake sooner or later. It wasn't exactly hard to see the fallen lampost (strange little thing) and spot the words and pictures all about it.

"Bear the burden, eh?" He said with a bit of a laugh. "Is that all? Last time I nearly got my head cut off and now all we have to do is bear a burden?" He grinned over at John and looked back to the lamppost, brow furrowing only a little when he saw John Watson's rather stoic expression staring back at him from one of the pieces of paper. Oh, well, that was sobering.