Traveling in the outside pocket of an old duffel bag was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was a strange sensation, being cramped in a tight space, yet at the same time swinging through the air as the person carrying you was walking much too fast. Yeah, now he was getting motion sick. As John thought about his predicament, he realized just how completely screwed he was. He had no idea where he was going or how long he would be gone. Not to mention when he got there he would have no idea where to get food an water. He was headed straight into the unknown and, to a borrower, the unknown was deadly. Why, then, instead of fear, did he feel excitement boil up inside of him? Before he could answer this question, his thought process was suddenly interrupted when the Holmes boy stopped quite abruptly. Though he was left completely in the dark, John could still hear, although faintly. Apparently, the bean had run into some others, and the conversation that gradually unfolded left Watson with a feeling of absolute dread...