We came into a different room and this time it was lighter than the previous one. I let in a breath of air. The air wasn't as good as any of the other times, but at least I could just sense we were getting closer to going back home in London. Well if we were kidnapped and taken out of London. Were we still inside London? The thought kept going through my head as Sherlock and I ease Mrs. Hudson onto a wooden wall. Quick as a wink, Sherlock dashed to where the same exact type of tape player was. It was on a nice clean wooden floor. Taking a peek at seeing if Mrs. Hudson was okay, I nodded as she was crouching to sit down on the floor as she looked at what Sherlock was doing. I went over to where Sherlock was when he began to crouch over the tape player. He eyed the object carefully. I chose to do the same, but in my own average way.

I wondered why Sherlock didn't just pick it up. Tilting my head, I looked at Sherlock to see what he was planning or thinking. I asked, "So... is there something wrong with the tape player this time that you can't just pick it up?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but he shook his head. A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched where the hand landed. I could have sworn no one would be behind conscious right about now. I looked over to see that Mrs. Hudson was standing over Sherlock and I. She had a questioning look. I exclaimed, "Mrs. Hudson, you should be sitting down!"

"John, don't say that. I am perfectly fine right now." Mrs. Hudson said with her head nodding. "It's curious to see why you two won't bother to pick the blasted thing up!"

Sherlock finally said something as he looked over every edge of the tape player, "No, we shouldn't. I don't think this gameplayer we are up against plays a nice game."

"Yeah he doesn't!" Mrs. Hudson remarked with her eyes growing big then she turned to me, "Finally we are getting somewhere!"

I nodded at her and was about to ask something with my mouth open when Sherlock stood up and said, "Aha! There is definitely a barbed wire placed underneath the tape player. This mystery man..." Sherlock began to chuckle, "He's a fine player when it comes to traps."

"Is there a way to at least play it?" I asked forgetting to look at the duct tape placed on the tape player. Mrs. Hudson giggled a bit as Sherlock sighed from probably being the smartest in the group. I could tell that by his sheer reaction at being around a doctor and a landlady. Sherlock then closed his eyes and began to think.

"Oh look, he's in his mind palace. Feels like ages since I have been around him doing that." Mrs. Hudson whispered to me. "Mind you, I would like to get out of here as fast as possible. The flat needs a good dusting."

I nodded ignorantly while watching Sherlock: "Yeah it does."

Sherlock finally opened his blue eyes and said, "Well, what I am getting at is this."

He goes back over the tape player and does not touch the tape player one bit, but places his left hand over the top. I could tell he didn't want to set off a trap. So Mrs. Hudson and I nodded for him to continue.

"This trap could set off any minute and there would be a possibility it could kill all three of us or just one. There is a chance that even the slightest touch can probably set it off also. One of us... or maybe two should think our way through pressing the play button." Sherlock looked at us and said, "Any takers?"

With no reply from both of us, he set to work and almost to himself said, "Very well, I'll do it."

As he set off to figure it out, I gazed at the room now for the first time. It was very much like the previous room indeed, but this time the door was metal and bolted shut with nails going from top to bottom.. I could see that this man didn't want us to make it out so easily. I let out a gasp of air and muttered to myself, "Well if this a crazy person who we are dealing with then why not get someone who is also crazy!"

"Voila!" Sherlock kissed his left fingertips and let it flew off. Both Mrs. Hudson and I looked over and saw that Sherlock had thought out a way to touch the tape player. He had put his scarf on the tape player and needles flew from above the ceiling. Luckily, one of them it the play button. The same sickening, deep voice from that man came on once the needle hit.