The frost giants like to turn off their phones when they aren't taunting the citizens here, apparently. [Trawling through the archives to find the previous correspondences wasn't overly difficult, but he still wishes that they were within reach. Sherlock does prefer the idea that Thiazi may be open to questions. Far be it from him to only want to understand the mind of one serial murderer in the city, and at least he wouldn't have slept with Thiazi before.

Which, speaking of:]

And Moriarty was on her way to be supportive. I intended to do the same. Deliver water, ensure people are returned to camp. Similar tasks like that. [There is a pointed pause.] She ... disappeared at one point. I've not yet found cause for it, but I am still looking. [But he knows his ability to find clarity when it comes to her is sometimes nonexistent. It's frustrating, and the look on his face seems to indicate that he feels the full weight of it.]