Evil, I will turn you all evil! Cried the evil child, she crowed with delight and made loud noises at the television. Behind her, real evil was being plotted...
This is perfect, my plan will soon see perfection. Moriarty was watching the captured child with glee, future successes were at his fingertips.
Meanwhile the blissfully unaware (aren't they always?) Sherlock and Watson were meandering their way through a nearby park. Eyes and ears alert for any danger. The lack of action on Moriarty's part was, of course, evident to them and they were certain that after the duck incident he was planning an even worse treacherous plan.
Any thoughts sir? Watson's curiosity peaked and she demanded the attention of her equal, or rather not. Sherlock had been glancing around the park, her attention fixed by playing children, anxious mothers and the odd squirrel. Nothing could avoid her eye.
He is sure to be at work Watson. We must remain careful.