When Sherlock wakes, his first coherent thought is that his arms are a touch sore. He attempts to move them, to alleviate the pain, but finds
that he's bound. That's a bit not good. He feels panic at the back of his throat, but chokes it down, bending his brain to his will. Take stock of the situation. Data. he thinks.
He's standing. Wiggling his
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