"Sherlock!" John called. This was really getting tiring now, "Sherlock!" He sighed; Sherlock had probably gone back to the camp. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a faint call. He turned back and saw Sherlock running towards him, no sprinting. What was wrong with him? It wasn't like 'the hound' was chasing him. Besides, the hound was obviously not real. He could see it now. It was obvious: the legend was told; the idiots took advantage of them and pretended it was real.
"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed. John widened his eyes; Sherlock Holmes did not scream.
"What's going on, Sherlock?" John said, attempting to pacify Sherlock as he saw the latter boy's hands trembling. Then Sherlock shook his head and said that they should just go back to their tents; they would be late for dinner otherwise.
As they were eating, Sherlock ate even less than usual, whereas John simply stuffed his mouth – although that may have been due to the fact that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. Sherlock was very quiet; no showing off, no biting remarks. When they were walking back to their tent, John decided to tackle the subject.
"Sherlock, something's obviously up, what's the problem?" John asked, still munching on an apple.
"I saw the ... I saw ..." Sherlock took a breath in and whispered, "I saw the hound."
Way to break the mood, John started laughing, and then catching the expression on Sherlock's face, stopped immediately.
"Hang on; you're not kidding?" John exclaimed, "Sherlock what the ruddy hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me! I saw the hound, okay?" Sherlock screamed as John tried to calm him down with no success, "And I will prove to you! Look at that man over there, he–"
"No, Sherlock, don't do that. Come on, just go to bed, and you'll feel better in the morning, okay?" John said patronisingly.
"No, that is not okay, John! Don't order me around! You're not my mother! And I don't even listen to my mother anyway so shut up and give up the patronising act! I don't need your help! I don't need anybody's help!" Sherlock continued screaming at John, who this time did not attempt to calm Sherlock down. His eyes had steeled over with ice.
"Go die in a hole! Or better still, go die in the hollow where the hound will eat you alive!" John mocked and then stomped into the tent.