"There's work on such things being done all the time. Seeing this place gives me hope that things might be better back home someday. Ah, but as much as I miss London, I'm not sure there's much there for me, anymore."

He shrugs, uncertain, a momentary grief passing across his face, despite his best efforts. There's the urge to tell the poor lieutenant all about his wife and Holmes, and surely she does not care about either of them, given she's barely met him.