[directed at is_not_watson]

[are_too_holmes]

The hallway is dark and getting darker, shadows pooling in the centre of the floor. They gather, seeming to take on a solidness surely at odds with their nature before melting away, leaving something behind them.

Conan groans, dimly aware of the sensation of carpet beneath him. He still feels numb from the shock of the nothingness, the completeness of the dark and that chilling cold, but as he stirs the pain lances through him and he clutches his arm with a cry he can't quite muffle. It's all coming back now, the pain, the memory, the fear--

"Ran? Ran!"