[ Those thirty seconds feels like an eternity. He can see comprehension unfurling on Mikotoba's face, but the nightmare has gained ravenous speed as it seeks Sholmes' barely-contained panic. A dark wave surges into the kitchen, and he shoulders all of his rangy weight into the other man in a desperate dodge.
In the mid-fall vertigo, as 221B gives way to the treehouse bedroom, his friend is the only anchoring element in his spinning vision. Sholmes barely stops himself from crashing hard into him. He lands on all fours: splayed palms sink deep into the soft bedding above Mikotoba's shoulders and bony knees straddle his legs.
After a few owlish blinks and ragged breaths, his head and shoulders sag with a relieved sigh. ] A bit too close for comfort, Mikotoba. Age is catching up with us, isn't it?
[ With a grunt, he rocks back on his knees to scan the room for any nightmare energy that may have followed them from the dream. The only immediate sign is the impossibly black, sooty residue ringing his trouser leg. ]
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In the mid-fall vertigo, as 221B gives way to the treehouse bedroom, his friend is the only anchoring element in his spinning vision. Sholmes barely stops himself from crashing hard into him. He lands on all fours: splayed palms sink deep into the soft bedding above Mikotoba's shoulders and bony knees straddle his legs.
After a few owlish blinks and ragged breaths, his head and shoulders sag with a relieved sigh. ] A bit too close for comfort, Mikotoba. Age is catching up with us, isn't it?
[ With a grunt, he rocks back on his knees to scan the room for any nightmare energy that may have followed them from the dream. The only immediate sign is the impossibly black, sooty residue ringing his trouser leg. ]