Early Morning

"Eyelashes!" Sherlock shouted suddenly and sprang out of bed.
John mumbled something.
"Put some clothes on," Sherlock continued. "We need to go."
John finally opened his eyes after one of his sweaters hit him in the face.
"It's the middle of the night," he said when he realized how dark it was. "Come back to bed."
"We need to go to the morgue, John," Sherlock insisted. "There must have been some poison in her fake eyelashes! I must test them," he said before he ran out the door.
John took a deep breath and stood up.
Here we go again...