realityshifted | Case 001: Surviving a Fall

[When Sherlock Holmes hits the ground, he is in a great deal more pain than he expected, considering where he was supposed to land. He groans loudly.]

Ow! I think I missed...

[He slowly and carefully rolls himself over to his back and cautiously opens his eyes. No John to talk to and no skull either, talking to himself will have to do.]

Oh, oh... Is this death? Did I die? Oh, how disappointing. To make it that far and loose in the end. Perhaps Moriarty is right. Perhaps I am an angel.

[Then he realizes that the metallic smell and taste to the air wasn't blood. He sits up slowly, then checks himself over.]

Okay, not bleeding, that's a good start. Doesn't feel like anything's broken.

[He blinks a few times and looks around him again, he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing. He looks around him completely bewildered, taking in the sight around him.]

John was right. I shouldn't have deleted all that information about the universe.

[He slowly and carefully gets to his feet, checking to ensure his legs will support his weight, when a memory stirs.]

Oh! That shop that had appeared in Bart's! Something about my being chosen...

[He shoves his hands in his coat pockets and winces as he realizes he doesn't have his mobile. He looks around again and calls out.]

Hello?! Anyone about?

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You don't? I'm breathing, standing, speaking... but to those who believe in an afterlife, that wouldn't be proof of life. So how do you intend to prove it?

[He's intrigued, though.]

You could tell me a little of how you came to the Plane. And I could explain where you are.

[They may have been from a number of different worlds, but the people who used the Plane were certainly alive.]

This isn't the afterlife.

[A small smile appears.]

I didn't say it was the afterlife... I asked how you intended to prove I wasn't dead.

[He looks around again, he intentionally skipped over her request.]

I was falling... and fell here.

You did ask if you were dead. Where else could this be if you were?

[She frowned a little at his sparse explanation. She'd never heard of someone arriving like that before.]

Do you remember seeing a strange shop before you fell?

I was focused on trying to fall into a lor... a cart. From four st... windows high.

[Don't pay him too much attention - he's playing a game with himself to adjust his speech to someone who's from 'Camelot'.]

[It was obvious that he was trying to adapt his language to someone from her time, something which Gwen responded to with a soft smile of gratitude.]

Why would you want to do that?

[He pauses and takes a breath. It's still fresh for him. This place was a distraction, but now...]

To save the lives of my three friends.

That was very brave. They're lucky to have a friend like you.

Are they? They probably wouldn't have been in danger if it hadn't been for me...

[Well, it's true, depending on how you decide to look at it.]

If you weren't the one to threaten them, you can't blame yourself.

[People often tried to use Arthur's loved ones to get to him. It was hardly his fault.]

I was playing a dangerous game... and lost, in the end.

[That's what had upset him the most. Not that there were three assassins out to kill his friends. He was upset because he lost. He was forced to call himself a fake and 'die' in shame.]

Time doesn't pass in your world while you're on the Plane. You've got all the time you need to work out what to do next. It doesn't have to be over.

[Sherlock smirks at that.]

If I don't survive the fall... any planning I do here will be wasted.

Then we'll have to make sure that you do survive.

[He sighs.]

I thought so... until I was informed that when I return, it will be to the same moment in time. So I've gained nothing there by coming here.

We can bring things to the Plane with us. I don't see why you wouldn't be able to bring something back to your world. Something to soften your landing.

[He smiles sheepishly.]

That... is possible?

I'm sure we'll be able to think of something.

Good, because I wasn't completely keen that my idea would work. To be interrupted like this... might only serve make my idea not work.

When you return, it will be as if no time had passed.

Then, I shall be in mid-air. Hence my concern.

I could fetch you a mattress? Do you think that would be enough?

Four stories high? I doubt it. And how would I bring it with me back to my world?

Holding it is enough to bring it to the Plane. That should work to take things from the Plane as well.

What else could we try?

I could let it happen and hopefully remember what my plan was and not be overly distracted upon my return.

[My look at all that John missed out on because he was hit by that cyclist!]

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