When John woke his head was cushioned by a warm material surface rather than the hard floors of the flat. He looked up to see 'Cole' holding him. He pushed himself off. Stared. Frozen. The tall man realised. "No, John it's me, Sherlock."
"Why do you keep doing this, what else do you want."
"John look at me, ok, see? It's the real me. There was no Cole. Look around you look where you are. None of that was real." John glanced round the Tardis, his memory trying to come back.
"No, it's still you, you're still trying to mess with me. How much did you pay the screen guy? JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"
Sherlock inched closer: "You." He pulled John in to an embrace, John fought against him trying to punch and kick his way out but Sherlock had surprising strength and held on to the man till John finally wrapped his arms around him back.
"AHEM." The screen was making noise again. "The coat of arrogance and his companion" The Doctor spat the word 'companion' then smiled. "Back together once again. Hmm, this is getting far too mushy for my taste, how can we spice it up a little? Well yes...no hang on...OH YES! I KNOW!" The screen went black.