“You rode a classified dogsled?”
“No. That sounds ridiculous even to me, and I’m nearly drunk.”

Hahahaha! That alone made the fic worth reading, and it didn't even end there.

John shook his head. “I’m not telling you anything else.”
Poor John! No wonder Sherlock couldn't tell him his plan in "Reichenbach"! But I probably shouldn't feel sorry for John given that there was both an Amelia and an Antonio.