[ Sherlock jumps off from the bed and paces with a buzzing energy. He must have hit his head in that cave, or there was a gas in the air that put him to sleep. The things he saw and did were impossible, illogical. A dream, or more like nightmare, explains it all...
Woe betide those who take it.
He stills and looks back to the bed. The glance betrays his thoughts as his eyes focus on the occult book. A dream does not explain how he got that in his hands. ]
Please, Dr. Mikotoba. I would appreciate the explanation. If your Sholmes and I are truly alike, then you should know my methods and be able to apply them.
[ If he avoids talking about what he saw, then he can avoid admitting his concerns aloud or saying something he will regret later. ]
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[ Sherlock jumps off from the bed and paces with a buzzing energy. He must have hit his head in that cave, or there was a gas in the air that put him to sleep. The things he saw and did were impossible, illogical. A dream, or more like nightmare, explains it all...
Woe betide those who take it.
He stills and looks back to the bed. The glance betrays his thoughts as his eyes focus on the occult book. A dream does not explain how he got that in his hands. ]
Please, Dr. Mikotoba. I would appreciate the explanation. If your Sholmes and I are truly alike, then you should know my methods and be able to apply them.
[ If he avoids talking about what he saw, then he can avoid admitting his concerns aloud or saying something he will regret later. ]