A/N - So ok...this is taken from a board discussion on my YouTube Jeremy Brett group.

…The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table at which I had been reading. Holmes edged his way around the wall, and flinging the shutters together, he bolted them securely.

"You're afraid of something?" I asked.

"Well, I am."

"Of what?"

"Of..." Holmes's voice trailed off.

He blushed and sighed, "I think you know me well enough Watson to know I am not a nervous man. At the same time, it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you."

"Goodness man, what's happened!?"

"Can I bother you for a match?" Holmes sat down and lit a cigarette. After a few nervous puffs he spoke. "I've had the strangest nightmare Watson and I'm afraid it's coming true!"

"Tell me," I sat forward eagerly.

"Well," he said...brushing his hair out of his face and sitting back, "I was dreaming...about Moriarty and the falls. It was exactly the same Watson. The rush of the water, the terrible cliffs... But," he paused and gave me a withering look, "as Moriarty rushed towards me...he started screaming, 'I want you!!'" He paused and nervously drew on his cigarette, "Well Watson, you know he's not my type. So I dodged out of the way and down the cliff he went.

"But then the dream got worse! Out of nowhere came these women. They were dressed rather curiously, two in men's nightshirts and top hats, three with far less than that," he shuddered, "And all carrying pipes and thick ropes. Two even had whips!

"They were after me Watson. It was dreadful. From their language, I could tell all but one were foreigners. One was a local, another an American. The other three I couldn't quite place, but definitely from the continent.

"I tried to run but it was useless, they had surrounded me. Next thing, there I am all tied up with nothing on but my socks, which the American was trying to remove. Just as I was yelling, 'No! Those are my red socks!' I woke up. I never did get back to sleep…

"Well…" he shivered, "I decided to go for a walk to clear my thoughts. And...Watson," he suddenly turned deadly pale, "I saw one of them. It was the Londoner. She was following me. I ran, but I couldn't shake her. I know she's followed me here! What if she's called the others!?"

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted his panicked ramblings.

"Don't open it!!" he screamed.


Jeremy woke up with a start. He sat up and glanced at the clock. Three o'clock in the morning. He settled back down and fell asleep thinking, "That's the last time I eat oysters that close to bedtime."