A/N: Sorry it's a short chapter this time...but hope you guys enjoy!


The white door opened and Sherlock looked up. It had been precisely eight hours and forty six minutes since he had agreed to…whatever he was here for, and he hadn't spent a single second of that time resting. Thinking though, just thinking.

"I've come to collect you, Mr. Holmes."

A doctor in a white lab coat with thinning hair on his almost bald head stood at the doorway, holding a clipboard. He looked around mid-forties and the glasses set on his large nose didn't do anything to help him look younger.

Sherlock stood up wordlessly and walked over to the man, towering over him by at least six inches.

"You should've gotten some sleep." The scientist chastised Sherlock as if he were a child.

Sherlock didn't look him in the eye, he just stood there awaiting instructions.

Sighing with disappointment that he didn't get a reply, the scientist walked out of the room and motioned for Sherlock to follow.

The pair walked down a long hall, predictably white, and reached a door at the end of the hall to the right. Sherlock appeared to be dazed and inattentive.

"In here, please." The scientist opened the door and let Sherlock in first.

Inside the room, it was like the future had taken a trip to the past and made its home in that room. Everything was white of course, but in the center there was a raised table, the width for a human body, and tubes and wires and futuristic technology lying around on counters against the walls of the new room. It was similar to the morgue back in London (Sherlock assumed they were out of the city if not the country) with the exception of the robots constantly moving, picking things up, putting things down. That place could've given Sherlock's Mind Palace a run for its money.

Two more scientists, one male and one female were in the room, adjusting wires and tubes around the metal bed. He expected more than just three scientists…well, that was an intriguing detail.

They both looked up as Sherlock entered and smiled as if greeting an old friend.

"Come along, dear," The woman said, she looked around the same age as the man who had picked him up. She motioned to the table and gave another smile, "Just lie down here, please."

Sherlock did as he was told and laid down on his back on the table, all the while keeping note of everything in the room, from the small scratches on the cabinet in the very top left corner to the fact that the robots had no off switches.

He also heard every noise that everything in the room made. The scientists for example, tried to keep their voices as soothing as possible, but Sherlock wouldn't be affected even if they screamed at him.

However, that was only the man who got him and the woman who spoke first, the other scientist was a mystery.

Three seconds.

That's how long it took him to figure out that the woman had a husband and two children back at home, the scientist who had collected him was living with his brother, both with no spouse and no children.

The third scientist however, oh the third scientist was tricky. He looked younger than the other two, mid-thirties, maybe? But for some reason, Sherlock couldn't deduce much about him.

Interesting.

The woman's voice broke through his thoughts, "We're just going to give you something to swallow, alright?"

Sherlock didn't reply or show any sign that he had heard her. But he did watch her out of the corner of his eye as she brought him one single pill on a tray with a cup of water.

He examined the pill. It was white like everything else in the room and probably everything in the whole building, but it was also smooth and shiny, reflecting the light that came from the ceiling.

"Whenever you're ready, dear." The woman held out the tray to Sherlock.

He tried to sit up, but the woman chuckled, "You won't want to be doing that when you take it, just lie down darling."

Sherlock laid back down and took the pill and the cup.

What was this…?

The detective stared at the pill for half a second before putting it in his mouth.

This is for you, John.

Taking a deep breath, Sherlock drank a gulp of water and swallowed the small white pill.

Almost immediately, the edges of his vision slowly darkened as he glanced around in fright. Was he having another blackout? It felt just like it…

Yeah, just like a blackout…