Yesterday, the illustrious British Broadcasting Corporation released the first proper official Sherlock season 3 trailer that wasn’t two and a half seconds long, and the internet rejoiced at the good nature of the gift-giver. But if that was not enough (and it never really is), BBC decided to grace us with a series of clips as well, exclusive clips all making up the “interactive trailer” that BBC thought we deserved after two years.
And the BBC saw that it was good.
I think you will too.
It’s like some sort of disclaimer.
“You may suffer from emotional trauma as a result of the following programme and/or as a result of its hiatus.”
“SHERLOCK!”
Like this guy, for example.
“I don’t care how you faked it,
Really, mournstache John? You’re not even a little bit curious?
I want to know why.”
Yeah, um no, Sherlock, John does not speak for all of us. We want to know how, and hey, it having been two years and all, we want to know pronto. ASAP. LOL.
“The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me turned out to be the person that mattered the most.”
Molly? Are you talking about Molly? I always feel so informed after I speak to you.
Three cheers for the Molly smirk none of us have seen yet. 
#Not Your Housekeeper
Good heavens, unwanted facial hair for everyone. Mourning does strange things to people.
“I pick-pocket him when he’s annoying.”
It all looks so official until you start to think that chair in front of the desk looks like a poolside recliner.
In the trailer, this shot lasts about seven years, so for the full breakdown effect, you may want to stop scrolling until 2020 (you’ll have at least one more season of Sherlock by that time too – win-win).
“I think I’ll surprise John.
Go down to Baker Street, who knows, jump out of a cake.”
And the entire Sherlock fan art community said in unison, “ON IT.”
“Baker Street? He isn’t there anymore. It’s been two years. He’s got on with his life.”
“What life? I’ve been away.”
Oh right. There’s the Sherlock we all know and feel a little bit bad about loving.
*Screaming*
*Like really a lot of very close-shot screaming*
I’m not really sure if this is the response of Mrs. Hudson to seeing Sherlock again, or a portrait of the fandom’s response to seeing Sherlock again.
Eye. Because reasons.
Ah, well, of course. No Holmes adaption would really be accepted if it had no magnifying glass featured.
You can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene.
Mycroft:
“The terror alert has been raised to critical.”
Mary Morstan responds to terror by riding around town with her husband’s dead best friend.
Because he doesn’t have weird facial hair.
“Welcome to my world.”
“An attack is coming.”
In the form of a subway? There it is again, fictional characters and subways. *sulks*
So far, Sherlock season 3 promises to be full of obligatory close-ups of Cumberbatch cheekbones.
“I need to get to know London again. Breathe it in.
Every quiver of its beating heart.”
And now, the weather.
Sherlock, Season 3. It’s so close you can smell it.
And all 243 types of its tobacco ash.
Just {Blank} To Be Here 