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[you_dont_work_alone]

[The network comes on to show a man’s face. His brow is creased with worry and he attempts a smile, though it’s not entirely successful.]

I understand we’re all trapped here. And this is.. Wonderland? Or so I’m told. I find that notion pretty ridiculous. No doubt we’re all being fooled. We just have to look at this logically to figure out how to get back home. I’m sure the parlor tricks here are very impressive, but we can’t honestly believe we’re being held here by magic, of all things.

Anyway, my name is John Watson. I was in the British Army and I’m a doctor. If anyone needs medical attention, let me know. I’ll do what I can to help.

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[you_dont_work_alone]

[John approaches until he stands in front of Sherlock and tries to look the man in the eyes.]

Hey, just.. calm down a minute.

[Guess a place like this would be really hard on Sherlock. John hadn't stopped to consider the other man's feelings. He was just so upset.]

It's me, alright? It's me, Sherlock. I know nothing else here makes sense, but this is real. I'm real.

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[could_be_dangerous]

And what would you say if you wanted to convince me?

[That. Exactly that.]

Worse if you are, you know. It's awful. This place.

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[you_dont_work_alone]

If it is awful, then we'll deal with it.

[Together. That's how they get things done.]

How long have you been here?

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[could_be_dangerous]

[Sherlock rubs at his face with one hand, squeezing his eyes shut briefly.]

Five... about five months. From my perspective; impossible to tell. Haven't been keeping precise track either.

[Safer not to. Counting the days would drive him mad. Each one he marks down cuts to the bone.]

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[you_dont_work_alone]

Five months?

[John doesn't point out that Sherlock hasn't been dead five months when John left home. Perhaps that didn't matter.]

What have you been doing all this time?