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Chapter 10
John slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at the stars. His head throbbed as all of his senses slowly came back to him. Wherever he was, it smelled a bit like the ocean. Since when does heaven smell like an ocean? He thought as the memory of what occurred at Molly's flat crawled through the fog of his mind back to him. Of course John had never been to heaven so how did he know what it was like, let alone smell. But this thought didn't really cross the doctor's mind as he stared at the stars.
Gradually John found the strength to stretch out one weary hand and press it down into a soft surface to pull his torso up into a sitting position. His eyes were immediately greeted with a beautifully detailed map of an island. Indians and Pirates and Mermaids appeared from every out cove and clearing on the island; the ocean surrounding it was a soft sea green that seemed to pull down from a vertical to meet him. John then realized that he must be in a boat, with seriously soft bedding in it, sailing towards this peaceful looking island. Never mind the fact that the island was vertical… maybe heaven was just strange like that.
Perhaps I'm in purgatory? Yes, the island is horizontal and I'm falling through sky to meet it. This must be some form of Purgatory. Purgatory is good. Soon I'll reach that island and see Sherlock, and Charlie, and Captain Lawson, and Sergeant Peterson, and Grandfather, and the General… John allowed himself to fall back into the soft bedding and let his boat carry him to the place where too many of his friends resided.
Half an hour later Molly let herself into the Neverland room with a tray of food for the poor Doctor who was currently asleep on the bed. Since she had accomplished her mission of getting John into Moriarty's hands, Jim had allowed her more freedom in his little hideout. There were still many places that she was forbidden to go to, but she could now wander around a total of nine rooms. Ah well, at least one of them is a kitchen. She thought as she set John's lunch on a table and sat down beside him on the bed.
John groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Molly?" he grumbled as he tried to sit up. Molly reached out a hand to stop him from sitting upright, "Yes, it's me. Are you hungry? I have some soup for you, and tea." John groaned again, which Molly apparently took as a yes as she then proceeded to spoon soup down John's throat.
"You gave me quite a fright you know. You've been out for two days. I was sure that Moriarty had killed you. But I knew that the soldier in you would fight and that you wouldn't fade away. I just had this feeling, you know? Just like I have this feeling that Sherlock isn't quite dead yet." John sputtered through his soup and Molly shushed him. "Just let me finish, OK? I think your right about Jim is using us to lour Sherlock out of hiding, it's obvious really considering how we're now both trapped in his hideout. Only I don't know how he'll accomplish getting Sherlock to come out from where ever he is." John pushed up against Molly's hand and was now sitting fully upright, albeit with soup dripping down his front. "I knew it." He whispered to no one in particular.
He then made eye contact with Molly, fixing her with an icy stare that harked back to the soldier in him. "I'm not dead?" he asked. Molly shook her head, "No John, Moriarty didn't shoot you, well he did. You see he… tranquilized you for about two days." John's eyes narrowed a bit, "Tranquilized." He repeated. He then sighed, accepting the fact that he was still among the living, his stare softening, "Ok, so where are we exactly?"
"Moriarty's hideout, have no idea where exactly it is. We came here in a van with no windows, and you know Moriarty has a knack for finding old abandoned places, so I'm guessing we're in one of those. This room is called Neverland and we have free reign of nine rooms. Everywhere else is off limits."
"This room is called Neverland? Well now he's just mocking me." John said as he tried to get up from the bed, his legs immediately collapsing beneath him. Molly rolled her eyes, "John, you should know that one under the influence of enough drugs to keep them knocked out for two days, cannot just stand up and start angrily pacing the room. Here, you rest and I'll go see if I can find something to entertain you. Then I'll try and see if I can find out what Jim's next move is." John groaned in agreement and settled back down into the bed, wondering what the next move was, who would take it, and when the room would stop spinning.