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Drowning. I'm drowning. I am trying to breathe but the more I inhale the more is slipping away from me. I'm gagging.

Something  keeps pulling me under the inky blackness and a demonic Irish voice gabbling nonsense.
It's gonna start very soon, Sherlock: the fall. But don't be scared. Falling's just like flying, except there's a more permanent
destination. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I ... owe ... you.

Then every thing starts spinning. The blackness, I'm being sucked into it.
I...owe...you...

And the words become physical in white block capitals. Then they start spinning and Moriarty's voice gets faster and quicker and I can't do anything.
Then....

Silence.

I relax a little. Then there is a whistle. And an explosion. And a man in a pinstriped suit jumps out of the blackness.

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