Holmes watched the hands on the clock move ever so slowly in the waiting
room. It was 11:00, an hour before his crypnotizing began. He was the fifth
one to be crypnotized in the room. Holmes shut his eyes and breathed hard.
Lestrade's life had been taken from her, and now so was his. 'How could
Moriarty do such a thing?' Holmes wondered. 'I knew he would ruin my life,
but Lestrade's? How can anybody, even Moriarty, be so evil?'
Holmes sighed, and wished Lestrade hadn't brought him back from
the dead. 'I was the cause of her death.' he thought. 'If she
hadn't resurrected me, she wouldn't be dead right now.' Holmes
shuddered and cursed himself for even living.
Holmes watched as each man ahead of him went into the
crypnotizing room evil and came out good, with not a single
memory of what had happened earlier than that second. Holmes
realized with a shiver that his life in the 1800's would be
completely forgotten, and Watson and Lestrade would no longer
exist in his world. Then Holmes cursed himself again as he
remembered that Lestrade no longer existed in any world. She was
gone.
Finally, it was Holmes' turn to be cryptnotized. A guard shoved
him into the large room, staying close behind him. The guard
forced Holmes into the chair, although Holmes was perfectly
willing to sit down by himself, and strapped Holmes' wrists and
ankles to it. Finally, he placed the helmet on Holmes' head, and
took a few steps back.
The officer then gave a thumbs-up sign to a man's shadow in the
window of the control room. Holmes could hear twisting of knobs
and some fiddling with buttons. Finally, the machine roared to
life and two bright lights ran down the long wires into Holmes'
helmet. There was a brief yet painful shock as bright lights
emerged from the machine. The cryptnosis machine let out a puff
of black smoke to let the officers know it was done.
The officer peered at the man sitting in the chair ahead of him.
"Did it work?" he wondered out loud.
Holmes sighed, and wished Lestrade hadn't brought him back from
the dead. 'I was the cause of her death.' he thought. 'If she
hadn't resurrected me, she wouldn't be dead right now.' Holmes
shuddered and cursed himself for even living.
Holmes watched as each man ahead of him went into the
crypnotizing room evil and came out good, with not a single
memory of what had happened earlier than that second. Holmes
realized with a shiver that his life in the 1800's would be
completely forgotten, and Watson and Lestrade would no longer
exist in his world. Then Holmes cursed himself again as he
remembered that Lestrade no longer existed in any world. She was
gone.
Finally, it was Holmes' turn to be cryptnotized. A guard shoved
him into the large room, staying close behind him. The guard
forced Holmes into the chair, although Holmes was perfectly
willing to sit down by himself, and strapped Holmes' wrists and
ankles to it. Finally, he placed the helmet on Holmes' head, and
took a few steps back.
The officer then gave a thumbs-up sign to a man's shadow in the
window of the control room. Holmes could hear twisting of knobs
and some fiddling with buttons. Finally, the machine roared to
life and two bright lights ran down the long wires into Holmes'
helmet. There was a brief yet painful shock as bright lights
emerged from the machine. The cryptnosis machine let out a puff
of black smoke to let the officers know it was done.
The officer peered at the man sitting in the chair ahead of him.
"Did it work?" he wondered out loud.