"Only a few days past the party. I walked in and found myself wading through streamers and golden confetti. I missed a rather big to-do, it seems," he says, but he'd been busy with his own issues. Irene Adler and her terribly interesting information, Sherlock and the question of what to solve the final problem and when it does happen, the confetti will be oh so lovely and bloody. "Friends from London? Who knows, maybe I know them," he jests.