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The rain fell hard on Baker Street, and the television brought news of the Thames flooding, rising, cold grey waters taking over central London and washing out to cover the city. The tube ground to a halt, taxis emptied of their panicking drivers as torrents swept them away and overturned them one atop the other.
John watched from the upstairs window. It was absurd, could not be true. He was sure he was dreaming and fairly certain he had had this dream before. And yet there was a hard knot of fear in his gut and an image in his mind of Sherlock in the water, falling, drowning. Hands, not John’s, dragging him from the water, his skin pale and blue, dark curls clinging to his forehead. The image was clear before him in the falling rain and John reached out to touch it, disrupt it, anything to shake the picture from his mind...
He jerked awake. Sherlock was sitting across from him, watching Jeremy Kyle and complaining about the need for DNA tests when it was obvious to any idiot which of the subjects were related. John took a deep breath to calm himself from his strange, absurd dream, and wondered about going out.
He needed to get away, clear his head. Maybe visiting Sarah would be for the best.