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[The camera feed kicks on to the familiar sight of replica 221B Bakerstreet- not so familiar, however, is the crew-cut blonde ex-soldier wandering aimlessly between checking the window, and trying to look composed.

John Watson has no idea what is going on.

His day started normal enough. He walked into the living room, went to grab his favorite mug, thought to check the weather-- and couldn't help but notice London was gone. As this was more than a bit not good; the man could now be seen muttering tersely beneath his breath, seemingly oblivious to the recording device on the adjacent table.]

Okay, John Watson, think...

[Had the lab in Baskerville triggered something? Even if an episode with this sort of effect was seldom heard of, random bouts of amnesia did not speak well for the sanity of a war veteran who supposedly had PTSD. Hmm... Well, if he is losing his mind, the best reaction will be to not react at all. Yes. He just has to wait this out; have a lie down in his chair. Resolutely, the doctor straightens his shoulders.

At last John's eyes narrow at the sight of the dreamberry. Hello Somarium.]

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[Break is sitting down to snoop through today's Dreamberry posts over his dinner, at some absurd hour that isn't actually dinnertime at all, when he runs across this one. Slowly, watching John go around being confused and concerned, Break purses his lips and considers. He's never met this man, nor even really heard much about him. But there was a certain dream with a certain detective, once, a dream that no one who doesn't already know about it is ever going to hear about unless Sherlock spills, and John was in that dream. He's well aware of just who the former soldier is precious to, and so he cuts right to the chase.]

Mister Watson, has Mister Holmes gotten a hold of you yet?

[Unaware the camera feed is still rolling, John snorts to himself, muttering beneath his breathe.]

Yes, but which one?

[Somehow hearing Sherlock addressed as anything formal just sounded wrong; this person may as well have been referring to Mycroft. Fortunately; both was the answer.]

He did. Ta.

[Had the git actually explained anything? No.
John pauses, warily.]
Who am I speaking to?

[Aha. Well, since he's already been caught by the proper people, Break really has no need to be meddlesome here. All the same, he harasses Sherlock enough that he's bound to wind up interacting properly with John sooner or later, so he won't drop the conversation immediately. He is curious, truth be told, of just what sort of man could have managed to worm his way so thoroughly into Sherlock's good graces.]

My name is Xerxes Break. I am an acquaintance of Sir Consulting Detective. He is one of the first people I met in this place.

[You might even say "friend", if you were to squint at Break and Sherlock on a good day, which neither of them will.]

[Break's choice of wording is a good one, considering Sherlock's own reaction to an enemy being more comfortable than a friend. Well, that's how it used to be anyway. 'I’ve just got one.']

John Watson. When you say this place

[What was it Subaru called it?]

Somarium, you mean?

[It is a lot harder to be skeptical now that he is outside the apartment.]

Indeed.

[At first, that's all he types. Sherlock will fill him in on all the details if he hasn't already, so there's no need for Break to waste his efforts. But after a bit of thought, he adds:]

A bit of a difficult place to wrap one's head around, isn't it?

More than a bit.

[John isn't one to confide in complete strangers on the best of days, but right now he needs this.]

Were there not so many going along with this, I would think I'd have gone mental. Do I even want to know why someone bothered to duplicate the flat?

Someone dreamed it up, I imagine. Now and again, the place seems to enjoy pulling things from home out of our heads for us.

[Because the world wasn't creepy enough already, obviously.]

You've been warned that the Dreamberries enjoy broadcasting such things?

Broadcast?

[He had been rather surprised when all these random people decided to call him in the middle of his internal crisis.]

Is that how you got this number? I'm on camera somewhere?

[Unseen on the other end of the line, Break grins wickedly.]

You are indeed! The camera inside the very gadget you hold in your hand.

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