Chapter 5: The phone call.

Sherlock knew what he had to do. Even if this world was real like Moriarty claimed he still had to. This world couldn't be real. Nothing was right. Rooms don't flicker & reflections are in time. If he stayed here any longer he would die in reality. But to get to reality he had to die in this world. But what if this wasn't a dream? What if this was real? No, it was a chance he's willing to take.

All that was left to do was say goodbye. He pulled out his phone and called John.

"What is it? Did you stop Moriarty?"

"Does it look real to you, John?"

"Does what look real?"

"Everything."

"Yes, it is real."

"No it's not, none of this is real. It's all a dream."

"What are you talking about?"

"This world is fake. You aren't real John."

"Stop it Sherlock. I am real."

"But you're not my John. You are just a version of him my mind invented. YOU. ARE. NOT. REAL."

"Then why are you calling me?"

"To say goodbye."

"What do you mean goodbye?"

"I've got to do this John, if I don't I'll die."

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Then I'm wrong. But John before I go I want you to know you're the best blogger I know. Goodbye John."

With that he jumped. Not knowing whether or not he'd wake up in reality or well and truly die.