John was excited. A new batch of mail came in and he was in the middle of writing a reply to his penpal.
S. Holmes,
Oh, come on! I refuse to believe that a man as 'posh' as you could be named "Sheeza!" I've told you my name ages ago! I should at least know yours! No matter what it is, I'm sure it'll be wonderful.
John stared at the sentence he just wrote and crossed it out. He couldn't let his penpal know that. He wouldn't admit it but, he was really starting to lo—
"WATSON!" a voice yelled.
"We need you out there! There's been an ambush! Move, soldier!"
John scrambled to get his things in order before rushing out.
"White, look out!" John called.
"Oof—oh god, thanks, mate."
"No pro—"
"Watson? What's wrong?
"WATSON?!"
John woke up to a familiar face.
"Bill?"
"You'll be okay, mate" Bill said. It was obvious that he was forcing to keep his emotions intact. "You'll be okay."
And with that, John was unconscious.
