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I am an experienced medical doctor recently returned from Afghanistan.
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Demons who can contr--
What is going on?
That’s what they told me when I went to Afghanistan.
Demons?
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A few days? He's been dead for over a year, Charlie. I don't think that's possible.
[He huffs a laugh]
I'm human too. And I was in Afghanistan. Humans can be pretty badarse too, you know.
What is going on?
Sher—How do you know Sherlock?

I—I—Uh. I didn’t mean to offend you. [He said, slightly taken aback at the woman’s outburst.]
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I--I saw his body. He was bleeding and-- He's dead. Jim.
He can't be alive. No one could. Not after a fall from that height.
What is going on?
Unlike Sherlock? What are you talking about, Moriarty? He died. I—I saw him jump.

Not know what? Don’t play games with me.
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That's what they told me when I went to Afghanistan.
Demons?
What is going on?
Right. The bloody End of Days. Fantastic.

John. Doctor John Watson
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[He smiled and shook her hand.] I'm sorry I'm not good company right now. I'm just a little..
Unnerved.
What is going on?
[John sits, surreptitiously placing his hand near the hidden gun in his waistband, wondering if he should trust this unknown woman. She seemed nice enough. Well, then, so again did Moriarty.]

I’m John. Watson. John Watson.
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Unlike Sherlock? What are you talking about, Moriarty? He died. I--I saw him jump.

Not know what? Don't play games with me.
What is going on?
I never did believe that you were dead. So it only makes sense that you’re here. I’ve been told it’s the end of the world right now. I don’t suppose you’ve got anything to do with it, have you?

Don’t you dare talk about Sherlock! Not in front of me.
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Sher--How do you know Sherlock?

I--I--Uh. I didn't mean to offend you. [He said, slightly taken aback at the woman's outburst.]
What is going on?
I’m John. John Watson.
Fun? And I don’t suppose you’ve got people trying to stop the Apocalypse?
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[John sits, surreptitiously placing his hand near the hidden gun in his waistband, wondering if he should trust this unknown woman. She seemed nice enough. Well, then, so again did Moriarty.]

I'm John. Watson. John Watson.
What is going on?
I—Um.
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Right. The bloody End of Days. Fantastic.

John. Doctor John Watson
What is going on?
I’ve been told I’ve somehow woken up in the middle of an Apocalypse.
I’m not amused.
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I--Um.
What is going on?

Hum—Human? I wasn’t aware there was another option? What are you, an alien, then?
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I've been told I've somehow woken up in the middle of an Apocalypse.
I'm not amused.
What is going on?
Can someone explain to me why London is littered with bodies, because I don’t understand.
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Party? Are you lot all drunk here?

Or is this just some publicity stunt that Mycroft on covering up with hallucinogens in the water?
What is going on?
Can someone explain to me why London is littered with bodies, because I don’t understand.
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I'm John. John Watson.
Fun? And I don't suppose you've got people trying to stop the Apocalypse?
What is going on?
I—Um. Who are you?
And it’s the end of the world. Why do you look so damn happy?
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I never did believe that you were dead. So it only makes sense that you're here. I've been told it's the end of the world right now. I don't suppose you've got anything to do with it, have you?

Don't you dare talk about Sherlock! Not in front of me.
What is going on?
Moriarty?

I—Well. I should have expected this.
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Hum--Human? I wasn't aware there was another option? What are you, an alien, then?
What is going on?
You’re joking. You have to be.

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Apocalyp-- Oh dear god.

I think I need to sit down.
What is going on?
Can someone explain to me why London is littered with bodies, because I don’t understand.
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