Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Sherlock.
Just A Man
Captain John H. Watson landed but he forward rolled. He had just been kidnapped by someone he never saw. He now found himself in a room filled with most people he didn't know. The only person he recognized was his sister and her wife.
"Harry, where am I?" he asked but all Harry did was shrug. John eyed everyone else in the room.
"You are currently fighting a war, the son of a drunk man who made you feel bad about yourself until you suddenly decided to prove everyone wrong and now you aren't in touch with anyone but your sister" said the posh man.
"Amazing" said John, "but rather than tell me everything about myself, I would like to know where the hell we are."
"Amazing?" the man whispered while every other stranger stared at him in shock.
"Yes, amazing" said John, looking a little confused.
Before anyone else could comment, a voice came over what sounded like an intercom.
"Please can everyone take a seat, the show is about to start" and one of the walls seemed to come to live as it went stark white.
John slowly approached the seat that was next to his sister in law as everyone else grabbed their own chair and movement began on the screen.