I stepped in the door as I held Mrs. Hudson's arm over my shoulder. It made me think about the war I have been in a few years ago. The war had many things to me. One of them was the many injuries from bombings or shootings. There have been times where I had to move the injured into a safe area to look over their wounds. Many of those wounds could never be cured. Fortunately for Mrs. Hudson, she was not injured. Mostly the only thing wrong was that she just went through a trauma. We were both dragging behind Sherlock. He was feeling around the walls in the hallway and he had been doing that since we entered the door.

I wandered cautiously around the dark hallway with Mrs. Hudson. She was shaking right beside me which meant she didn't like it one bit. Mrs. Hudson was about to say something when Sherlock remarked, "Jolly well we are getting through this! Come on Watson and Mrs. Hudson. You two are getting further behind me."

With that I felt like I was going to shout rude words at him, but held them together. Instead, I said calmly, "Sherlock, it could go faster if you help me with Mrs. Hudson. She isn't really that light."

"How rude of you!" Mrs. Hudson abruptly said. "I lost some weight in the past few days mind you!"

"Sorry." I said apologetically.

Sherlock giggled in the darkness, yet he still didn't come to help me with her. So with that, Mrs. Hudson and I pressed forward, but this time a little faster to get just close enough to where Sherlock was. In turn, he was picking up pace which made it harder for me to get Mrs. Hudson to go faster. She was beginning to be defiant.

"Slow down, John!" She exclaimed. "I am not as young as you are. If we keep going like this, it may even get worse on me!"

I sighed as I stopped in a spot. I then turned to Mrs. Hudson who had her arm around my shoulders and said, "Will you mind telling Sherlock that? He is the one who bloody won't slow down at all."

I turn to Sherlock who was a ways away. I shook my head as I couldn't believe he was going to leave us behind. Then Mrs. Hudson, being the woman she was, yelled, "Sherlock! I need you to come back please!"

Then like magic, I could see Sherlock turning around. I could tell by looking in his face that he was not okay with helping his landlady out, but luckily he came back anyway. He muttered to himself of which I could not hear and said out loud, "Mrs. Hudson, the more you two slow down or stop, the more we have a lesser chance to capture our mystery man. Now come on!"

I had to say something so I said, "Sherlock! This all our business on getting out of here. That man just gave us one more person who is close to us." I tilted my head to continue, "Does that mean anything to you?"

"No not really." Sherlock said without much thought. I really wanted to punch him in the face. He was being a really bloody asshole right now. He needed to be taught how to not say no to the person who runs the flat that we both live in everyday. Mrs. Hudson may say something about kicking us out of the house if she was not the nice person she is. Moreover, she was one of the people who got helped out by Sherlock from a case. So she owed him a favor, now it's his turn once again to owe Mrs. Hudson and me a favor in return to help get out of this hellhole. Sherlock sighed and said, "Fine! I'll help. It's just going to make this so much slower."

"Thank you, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson smiled sweetly as her other arm was draped over Sherlock's shoulders. I could just feel the weight get lighter and it just made me so happy. I looked at Sherlock who seemed to not be having a good time. Still, he was helping! I felt proud he did help and so all three of us went through the darkway until we got through a new entrance.