Oh Anderson.

[likesdinosaurs]

But I was in his mind palace.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

No you weren't.

[It's easier than trying to explain how a mind palace works.]

[likesdinosaurs]

But... she said I was there. [He gestures vaguely in the direction of his great and all-powerful mundane.]

No, I was there, Sherlock - I helped you determine which way to fall.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock offers a long-suffering sigh.]

No. You weren't. That was a projection of the forensic knowledge I possess.

[He pauses and then continues, uncomfortably.]

That information projected itself as an image of you. I had just seen you that morning, what else did you expect?

[It's like all those people making a big deal that The Woman had appeared in his mind palace.]

[likesdinosaurs]

[He just shrugs a shoulder lightly, absently scratching his magnificent beard.]

Well, that projection of me was still there. That has to count for something. Why wasn't John in your mind palace, then, hm? You'd just seen him minutes before you were shot.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Oh, Anderson!]

Because John isn't good at forensics.

[John has his place, but Sherlock had other needs at that specific moment.]

[the_new_sexy]

You really weren't.

[This Sherlock is just being a child about it all.]

[likesdinosaurs]

I really think I was.

[Let Anderson have his moment.]

[the_new_sexy]

Consider yourself more of the Greek Chorus.