Rope. Handcuffs.
Rope?
A giggling. Who was giggling? He wasn't...was he?
Darkness.
Then pinpricks of light.
A fuzzy mind, blurred. Giggling. He had his eyes closed. Why were his eyes closed?
John eased open his eyes and slammed them shut again. Pain. Lots of pain. Shooting through his head, spears or daggers. Still, the giggling, getting louder.
Rope? Around his wrists. His ankles. He couldn't move. He was locked in position, held to a...a chair? A table? A chair.
Slowly, gingerly, John opened his eyes and watched as the world blurred and spun. A fuzzy mind. Giggling.
Then words - "Sh-Sherly..."
"Sherlock?" Another voice, high pitched and crackling like lightning filled his head. More spears and John winced. "Shush...calm down...deep breaths, little princess, deep breaths...fade to black now...fade to black..."
John let his eyelids droop.
Darkness.
And the giggling.