For a while, he felt like he was drifting.
There was only a vague awareness when he was hurt or moved, and then the event faded from his mind.
JohnHamishWatson was content in his Mind Shelter. He was content to drift and feel nothing.
He though maybe he wouldn't ever come out again because out there was Hurt and Fear. Even glimpsing the memories of outside felt like he was being very ruthlessly attacked, and so he tried not to look at Them.
But its seemed that JohnHamishWatson was a very curious, adventurous person by nature, so no matter how many times he tried to just block out everything and stay frozen forever, existing in semi-dream's peaceful, excepting state, he found memories trying to reopen themselves.
He didn't understand why they did that.
He didn't want to come out. He didn't want to face all that stuff again.
And yet they kept waking up.
It was scary. Scary to not understand and Scary not having control. He never had control, but right now he really really needed it.
So, grasping tightly to his fear, JohnHamishWatson retreats further, not realizing that he had ever even strayed out of the deepest part of his Mind Shelter. Not noticing that the unpleasant awarenesses were suddenly very rare.
JohnHamishWatson did not realize how hard he was trying to reach out to the person outside of his mind, the one he subconsciously recognized.
He was still too far gone.
Short chapie existing mainly to lighten up writer's block. It just has the added bonus of showing us Johnny's point of view on being pulled out. Still a long while to go before he can pull himself out.
R&R! It prevents my funny little brain from assuming you don't love me... Or something cray like that. ;)