"Face it, Doctor," a voice in the shadows taunted. "No one is coming for you."

"Holmes will," Watson breathed shallowly. "He always does."

"Even Holmes won't find you are doomed to die here, alone!" The voice screamed triumphantly. "Holmes will only ever find your body!"

Watson raised his head slightly then sunk back, too weak to look for the source of the voice. "Holmes will come," he repeated stubbornly. "He always comes."

"Fool!" The voice shouted again. "Listen to me! He will not come! You will die here!"

"He will not." A voice came from behind the man, and a thump was heard.

Watson blinked upwards as a familiar face came into view. "Hallo Holmes," he said with a hazy smile. "I knew you would come in time." Finally, Watson lost his battle with unconsciousness, and slumped into Holmes's arms. Holding his friend, Holmes whispered, "I almost didn't."