Sherlock Holmes desperately needed an escape. He'd had an even worse day than usual, and he couldn't think of anything to help, not now that John was on an extended vacation with Sarah. He flipped through the channels. Boring. He turned on the radio. Stupid. He was so desperate that he played the game that came on his phone. Too easy.
Then he remembered hearing about a sensory overload which could trigger a trance-like state. It was an interesting concept, and he wanted to see how it affected him. He left the flat, determined to give it a try, but first he needed a few things.
Having set up the new lighting system in his room, he put on his headphones to a special mix of what would force most people to shut their iPod off—layer after layer after layer of noise and sounds, all electronically generated to give any of a number of effects. He lay flat on his back in bed, turned the lights on, and stared at the ceiling, the laser show, disco ball, projector lamp, strobe light and 60s-style light show all shining in his face and overwhelming his auditory system, and the curious collection of sound bombarding his hearing. He'd even bought many massagers on different settings so his sense of touch was overwhelmed as well.
It was good to have his mind so occupied that it shut itself off. He'd found another drug.