Missing
John woke up with a start, sweating and on the verge of tears. He vaguely remembered what had put him in this emotional state, but it was blurry. He couldn't fully remember, or perhaps he didn't want to fully remember. Something had been taken from him, but he had been helpless in stopping it from being taken from him. There was nothing he could do…
He felt like something vital was missing from his life. John got out of bed and walked to the door in the pitch darkness of the very early morning. He felt an absence, as if something was missing and was putting his whole world off balance. The effects of a restless night were keeping it from presenting itself. Why couldn't he place his finger on it?
John stepped into the dark hall and slowly found his way to the kitchen. He had such a bad headache. "Some cold water should make me feel better," John said to himself. His voice sounded odd. Maybe he was getting a cold. John opened the door of the refrigerator, and
"SHERLOCK!" John screamed as he saw his own headless body standing in front of him. "Why is my head in the bloody refrigerator?!"
"It's for an experiment!"