[What...? It takes a moment for the reply to come as John searches his memory. He'd been dreaming, of course, but... the other man, the really annoying one, he'd been in John's dream. The details were sketchy, at best. Something about Baskerville, maybe? He'd met Sherlock and the hound, at least. A creeping sense of unease washes through him.]
No. I don't. Whatever you saw, it was just a dream, though. Sorry my subconscious decided to shoot you.
text; private
No. I don't. Whatever you saw, it was just a dream, though. Sorry my subconscious decided to shoot you.