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[seesthebattlefield]

[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.]

Comments

[seesthebattlefield]

Sorry? Heh. Now I know I'm in another world.

[John shakes his head. Since when could he get Sherlock to apologize for anything?]

Could have done without a bit of the running, but I will say it caught me up fairly quick, this way. It's fine.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Since Sherlock spent two years away, but John can't know that.]

Oh please, the running is what you love best.

[seesthebattlefield]

I do, on occasion, like to be filled in a bit more first.

[But judging his laughter, he can't argue there.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[That was a different reaction. Sherlock MIGHT have flinched slightly - hardly noticeable. And only because last time Sherlock said something similar, John head-butted him.]

We'll need to confiscate a push-chair. And Bart's is closer to Baker Street, should anything happen.

[seesthebattlefield]

[John raises an eyebrow. Yeah, yeah, don't read too much into it. It's laughter borne from the relief of there finally being some normalcy today. Besides, you get a free pass with your hospitalization.]

Bart's is also completely empty. I'm not actually sure it's running, Sherlock. We'd be better off taking you back here.

[...Though, having supplies is handy, he supposes.]

I'll ask for a pushchair. Think I've confiscated enough things today.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I don't care what you do as long as it gets me out of here.

[Does John really want to wish for normal?]