I never thought that I would say this, but I'm sitting in my flat with Moriarty, insane murderer, drinking tea. I must be crazy, I'm sure of it.
I sat there stony faced while he began. "You need to come with me, John."
I laugh unevenly. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you, you... you..."
"Freak?" He suggests.
"Exactly." I grimace.
"You still have to come."
"No."
"Alright. I'll make you."
All thoughts of resisting vanish as he grabs me... Then everything goes black.