Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.
"Okay then. Fortunately, I have a tarp. Do you happen to know how populated the graveyard is by day?"
"Strictly going by indirect evidence, of course, my guess is not very."
"Should be doable to pick you up without having to button-mash anyone's rationalization centers," concludes Juliet.
"Do you have a way to get from crypt to road without catching fire or should I carry the tarp over and knock?"
"Okay then. We have a plan. I might even let Mr. Giles in on it tomorrow depending on how he reacts to prior revelations."
"Wait," she calls, when she sees where the door leads. "...Er, I can turn off the porch light, if you want to come?"
"I wonder if you can go through this door when it leads to Milliways," she says, blinking as her eyes adjust.
She goes up to the bar. "Uh, hi?"
"Convenient, isn't it?" says Sherlock.
"Very," says Bella, tossing the key and catching it again. She glances around to see if there's anyone she recognizes, but nope. Up the stairs she goes.
"Oh, hi! I'm Shell Bell! Welcome!" she says, beaming at them from where she's adding to the guestbook. "- You're either a Tony or a boy Sherlock - I'm going to guess the second one?" she adds to Sherlock.
"Amariah was going to add an entry about me? I'm 'Juliet'?" says Juliet.
She pauses.
"Oh, oh damn, I gave Angela all my bigger coins, I don't have anything left for you - my Sherlock's not here, she went home, I can poke my head out and check for her but I think she'll be asleep -"
She opens the door.
[Sherlock?]