Holmes blinked twice. The bright lights had temporarily blinded him, and
the shock he had received still lingered a bit in his joints. But all his
memories were still intact.
"What happened?!" the officer yelled to the one in the room when
he realized Holmes was still himself.
"I don't know. Something went wrong." A familiar voice floated
into Holmes' ears. 'Watson?!' thought Holmes, quite surprised.
'Watson was behind the controls??' Holmes grinned to himself.
'Good old Watson. He tampered with the controls to make it the
cryptnosis machine a failure.' But the thought that Watson would
not be able to save him forever and Lestrade was already gone
spoiled Holmes' good mood.
The officer guarding Holmes now left him, and trudged towards
the control room. "Here, I'll fix it," the guard called to
Watson as he dragged himself along.
This was Holmes' chance. The thought of escaping never crossed
his mind before because he was so worked up about Lestrade. But
now he decided it was better to have at least a memory of her,
if nothing else.
Holmes expertly wriggled out of the straps attaching him to the
chair and was about to take off the helmet when Lestrade forced
the door to the room open. You could never see a look of more
surprise and happiness than what was on Holmes' face when he saw
Lestrade. "LESTRADE!?" It was all he could say for the moment.
"Oh, Holmes!" Lestrade ran toward him from the doorframe.
Meanwhile, the officer had already fixed the problem when he saw
Lestrade burst through the door. He had been temporarily
dumbfounded at the two detectives' reunion, but now came to his
senses. The officer slammed his hand down on the 'cryptnotize'
button while Holmes was distracted by Lestrade and still had the
helmet on.
Lestrade immediately saw the light coming through wires towards
Holmes' head. "Holmes!" she called out. Before she could think
twice, Lestrade yanked the helmet off of his head. The lights
reached the helmet before Lestrade could put it down, however,
and Lestrade suffered the same shock Holmes had.
She dropped the helmet when the machine had let out its puff of
smoke, and fell into a dead faint.
Holmes wasn't sure if the machine could erase your memories if
it just touched your hands, but he sure hoped it didn't. He
kneeled next to her and grabbed her hand. "Beth?" His voice was
barely audible. He looked down on her with watery pale blue
eyes, and his breathing became uneven. Still, Lestrade didn't
move.
"What happened?!" the officer yelled to the one in the room when
he realized Holmes was still himself.
"I don't know. Something went wrong." A familiar voice floated
into Holmes' ears. 'Watson?!' thought Holmes, quite surprised.
'Watson was behind the controls??' Holmes grinned to himself.
'Good old Watson. He tampered with the controls to make it the
cryptnosis machine a failure.' But the thought that Watson would
not be able to save him forever and Lestrade was already gone
spoiled Holmes' good mood.
The officer guarding Holmes now left him, and trudged towards
the control room. "Here, I'll fix it," the guard called to
Watson as he dragged himself along.
This was Holmes' chance. The thought of escaping never crossed
his mind before because he was so worked up about Lestrade. But
now he decided it was better to have at least a memory of her,
if nothing else.
Holmes expertly wriggled out of the straps attaching him to the
chair and was about to take off the helmet when Lestrade forced
the door to the room open. You could never see a look of more
surprise and happiness than what was on Holmes' face when he saw
Lestrade. "LESTRADE!?" It was all he could say for the moment.
"Oh, Holmes!" Lestrade ran toward him from the doorframe.
Meanwhile, the officer had already fixed the problem when he saw
Lestrade burst through the door. He had been temporarily
dumbfounded at the two detectives' reunion, but now came to his
senses. The officer slammed his hand down on the 'cryptnotize'
button while Holmes was distracted by Lestrade and still had the
helmet on.
Lestrade immediately saw the light coming through wires towards
Holmes' head. "Holmes!" she called out. Before she could think
twice, Lestrade yanked the helmet off of his head. The lights
reached the helmet before Lestrade could put it down, however,
and Lestrade suffered the same shock Holmes had.
She dropped the helmet when the machine had let out its puff of
smoke, and fell into a dead faint.
Holmes wasn't sure if the machine could erase your memories if
it just touched your hands, but he sure hoped it didn't. He
kneeled next to her and grabbed her hand. "Beth?" His voice was
barely audible. He looked down on her with watery pale blue
eyes, and his breathing became uneven. Still, Lestrade didn't
move.