Well. Sherlock Holmes was definitely lost in more ways than the very definition of the word itself. Obviously, there was trouble grasping how he could have ended up there when he was technically stuck in his own mind, and now none of it mattered. Not really. Not when there was no way out. That was a forced fact no matter who he talked to.
So, it was all a waiting game now. Wait for more answers. Wait for whatever called him here to send him back. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Waiting led to boredom.
By day 3, Sherlock was positively vibrating with restlessness. There was nothing to do at his new flat. No Mrs Hudson. No tea. No food. None of his personal effects. But everything paled in comparison to not having John Watson.
In fact, that was the scariest part in all this.
Evening came and, after walking about the City, Sherlock settled into a fairly comfortable chair at a cafe with an expression that betrayed how he really felt.
[Wild card]
[It's sometime in the afternoon when a text displays on the network.]
Is there someone in this unbearably boring place that has a gun for sale? A cheap one preferably.
[2 minutes later]
Nothing too big. But not one of those pocket.. things.
Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock (BBC)
Well. Sherlock Holmes was definitely lost in more ways than the very definition of the word itself. Obviously, there was trouble grasping how he could have ended up there when he was technically stuck in his own mind, and now none of it mattered. Not really. Not when there was no way out. That was a forced fact no matter who he talked to.
So, it was all a waiting game now. Wait for more answers. Wait for whatever called him here to send him back. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Waiting led to boredom.
By day 3, Sherlock was positively vibrating with restlessness. There was nothing to do at his new flat. No Mrs Hudson. No tea. No food. None of his personal effects. But everything paled in comparison to not having John Watson.
In fact, that was the scariest part in all this.
Evening came and, after walking about the City, Sherlock settled into a fairly comfortable chair at a cafe with an expression that betrayed how he really felt.
[Wild card]
[It's sometime in the afternoon when a text displays on the network.]
Is there someone in this unbearably boring place that has a gun for sale? A cheap one preferably.
[2 minutes later]
Nothing too big. But not one of those pocket.. things.
[2 more minutes later]
#distractionineedone