These are Rory's Story Cubes. They are very fun and you can play in different ways.  Today was a snow day so out came the cubes.

The above roll instantly told a Sherlock story, which I pared down into a drabble.

Spoilers for s3.  :)

The jet rocketed up; the world shrank away. The flight would take no more than three hours, so Sherlock closed his eyes, tried to stall his overwrought brain into resting, at least for a while. 

His thoughts wouldn’t slow. He imagined John limping through London, no more midnight marathons.  Would an ex-assassin wife, a child, be everything John needed?

Nothing outweighed John’s well-being  -- his two years’ mantra, quartered.  Six months was a bargain, but no guarantee of John smiling.

Not enough data.  No way to ensure the positive outcome.

Jet engines roaring in his ears, Sherlock closed his eyes.