My Conductor of Light

A Failed Escape

Escape is impossible. The tube I was imprisoned in was made of some sort of shatterproof glass and I couldn't kick, punch or force my way free. My earlier hunch that I was in some kind of abandoned warehouse was correct.

No one had come within my line of vision since Molly died. No one had even made enough noise for me to tell that they were, in fact, there and not part of a dream. I knew someone was there, though. I could feel it.

Life became a perfect example of a nightmare. Nightmares made up almost half of life anyway. Haunted by images of John's murder a hundred different times, each more ghastly and horrible than the last, both night and day.

What is John doing right now? I wondered.

"Hello." A voice cut through my haze of depression and startled me. "Now this is a problem, isn't it? Look at us, stuck in two bleeding tubes in a stupid warehouse."

Such a familiar voice, but I couldn't place it. Still...

"What's wrong? They do something to you?"

Suddenly the obvious conclusion hit me with full force.

"Lestrade?" I tried to say. And found I could! Someone must have altered my machine or my breathing tube. "Lestrade? Why are you here?" I asked.

"Why, hello to you too," he replied. "As tactful and polite as always, I see. Oh, and I have no idea why I'm here. I guess some bloody-" he began spewing out a long strand of profanities to describe his captor.

"-decided to get me out of the program."

"So no idea as to why you're here then?"

"Haven't the foggiest."

I smirked. "You haven't gotten any smarter, have you, Lestrade. You're still an idiot."

"Thanks for nothing, Sherlock."

"Honestly, you must have gotten stupider! It's obvious, isn't it?"

"THIS ISN'T MY DIVISION. WOULD YOU KINDLY SHUT UP ABOUT HOW OBVIOUS IT IS AND TELL ME WHAT EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

"If you insist." I reply. "Whomever brought you here wanted you gone, as you so acutely brought to my attention already. Why, however?"

I told him the story that Molly told me earlier about what happened to me and her death later.

"Wait... you died? Like... a corpse dead? Not like medical dead just for a few minutes?"

"You asked me to explain and I am! Plus, I'll never be able to finish if you keep interrupting me." I tell him. "Now shut up and listen for once. Or would that kill you? Anyway, the person who brought you here wanted you out of commission. You work for Scotland Yard. Someone who recently committed a crime..." I trail off, suddenly hit by an idea.

"What? Go on!" Lestrade broke the silence finally.

"J! Oh I've been an IDIOT! Why would he... no, but all the clues! Obvious... Even so... Maybe..."

"Maybe WHAT?!"

"JOHN WATSON, YOU IDIOT!"