The sunlight poured in through the window, blinding John. He was in his bed. He felt the side of his neck. There was no mark or blood. John went to find Sherlock. Sherlock was seated in the same chair, but this time, Sherlock had his hands steepled and eyes closed. Sherlock was back to normal.

"Sherlock, what happened?"

Sherlock opened his eyes. "You had a really intense nightmare, which happens to be a side effect of too much sugar late at night along with alcohol and a scary movie."

"What are you talking about?"

"You went out on a date last night to some alien zombie movie. Don't you remember?"

John felt the vague memories start coming back to him. He felt relieved. It was all a dream.