The belts moved as each rubber center inched with a break for a minute. The nerves inside my system tensed as I was waiting for any sign of the tape player. I haven't felt this since solving the cases with Sherlock and the war. It felt amazing! Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, and I tilted our bodies and heads carefully seeking for a recognizable object to come through. I was beginning to wonder if Sherlock was right if it was on this particular belt. Mrs. Hudson was about to ask Sherlock before me if he was, but to my surprise she didn't need to. Indeed he was right!

There it was in the center of the rubber top heading straight for us. Now to my curiosity, were we going to either kill ourselves getting it or come across a better plan than just cutting ourselves? I look to Sherlock for any advice to answer my questions, but he was hurriedly pacing across the belt to find an appropriate spot to get the tape player. Mrs. Hudson in this matter didn't move one bit. I'm afraid she was not really into this action we were forced to do. Then Sherlock suddenly stopped his pace and turned towards Mrs. Hudson and me. My nerves continued to tense even tighter with such excitement thrilling me to step into any kind of action. I waited for his command like a soldier waiting for his commander to order him what to do.

"I have a splendid idea!" Sherlock said with a smile, "Instead of using our arms, we could use the pole across the corner." Then he added a thought with a concerned look, "Or not. Just as I see it seems like the obvious choice and has a string attached to it from the metal wall. Okay, we'll have to do it the hard way."

"Oh so that was the idea!" I retorted with both hands going up. All that tension left and replaced it with such annoyance for Sherlock. Yes he is a friend, but I wanted to punch him in the face. That would relieve all that aggression that is in my system. I was about to raise my fist at Sherlock with my breaths heaving, but Mrs. Hudson stepped in and took my fist down. She shook her head silently at me and I released it to put it back at my side. Sherlock didn't see it which was probably good. This has been a few times now that I felt like punching him, but I haven't come around the part of having my knuckles hitting his cheeks or nose to puncture the arteries. I kept heaving as he went on his way to find out a way to do this in the smart path.

Sherlock now placed his hands on the metal edge of the belt and was keeping a watch on the tape player taunting him with each movement. He said with a quieter voice, "John. Mrs. Hudson. We have to do this even if it kills any one of us. You both are a part of my life and I am thankful for it, but you need to help me so we can get through this." He looked at us with a plead. That settled it for me, I grabbed Mrs. Hudson by the hand and took her closer to where the rolling belt was.

"What are you doing, John!?" Mrs. Hudson asked in surprise.

"Doing the best we can. Now." I looked at her and ordered, "On the count of five our right or left arms should go through the blades to grab the damn thing. You got it, Mrs. Hudson?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded as she frighteningly had her left arm out. She closed her eyes real hard. I did the same thing with my left arm, but with my eyes slanted open. I looked over to where Sherlock was and he did the same thing, but he was reluctant to do so. He placed his right arm back and said, "John, should we really do this? I don't want to go out with only one arm."

"It was your idea, Sherlock. Now do it." I commanded with such force.

Sherlock pushed his right arm and hand to where the tape player was. All three of us stood at reaching point at the tape player. I don't know why it was so hard, but we had a difficult time starting. So I had to be the one to start it off.

"Five." I counted as another inch from the belt moved. I thought to myself we could do this as I continued the count.

"Four." Our hands were at reach with the moving sawblades across the belt.

"Three." The sawblades seemed to scream right now with such fury for us to keep moving it along.

"Two." Mrs. Hudson's eyes opened wide as the sheering roared from the sawblades that went round and round in such precision.

"One!"

The sawblades died down as only Mrs. Hudson's and my hand were above the blades and had grabbed the tape player. I opened my eyes as I could only see

a slight scratch from the bottom of my left arm opened. Someone must've turned it off. Then I thought of why I was only seeing two hands instead of three.

I turned to where Sherlock was and he was crouched down underneath the on and off switch underneath the belt. Mrs. Hudson, who was still holding the tape player with me, started to cry with happiness and relief. She cried, "Oh Sherlock! Thank you, thank you!"

She ungripped the tape player to leave it in my hand as she rushed over to Sherlock to give him a hug. Sherlock was heaving as Mrs. Hudson hugged him. Her wet tears were going across his forehead. Once he got his breath, he annoyingly said, "Mrs. Hudson, please stop hugging me. I don't need your tears on me right now."

"Oh Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson said as she stepped back from hugging him, "You were never much of a hugger anyway."

Sherlock looked at her with caution now as he said, "Well, thank you for the hug. I didn't really need it, but I could see by you in your state, you needed it badly."

Still holding my arm over the sawblade as I gripped the tape player, I asked, "Now that I was left out from what just happened. Can we please discuss why you turned it off?"

Sherlock chuckled as he got up with his long coat hanging on his right arm. He was wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white shirt. The top button was unhooked, but he still was modest with the collar neatly down underneath his worn navy blue scarf. He said with a smile, "Why would anyone just not bother to press the off switch once the tape player came? That would be ludicrous! An average human mind could have figured that out if they thought things through. Or they would be complete imbeciles without an arm."

Then as with that he put on his long coat again. I lowered my head to steady the dizziness from losing some blood. I remarked, "Thanks to you, I didn't lose my arm. So thank you."

"Oh no thank-yous, John." Sherlock said with a serious look then crossed both his arms behind his back and said, "Let's start the tape."

I moved my left arm back to my chest. Before pressing the play button, I could see the name or word on the duct tape. It said, "Police." I wondered if these words would mean something. So Sherlock stepped over to where I was as he looked at it too. Then he had a thought for what was going on here.