It had been an eighteen month-long fever dream. 555 days in which John Watson had escaped from real life into a London of rooftop chases and arch-enemies.
A world where anything was possible. Where a brilliant madman solved murders at a glance, an old pair of trainers contained the mysteries of life and death, and a broken-down ex-army doctor could be brave, and loyal, and good enough save his best friend’s life.
Only, none of it was real. John wasn’t good enough to save him.
That’s the problem with fever dreams. Eventually, the fever breaks. And then you wake up.