[At this point things were so weird that he was willing to ignore what his deductions were telling him about John's appearance. Maybe he was right. He wasn't sure if he could trust his own observations right now.]

The last thing? The message from Moriarty. That he's back.

[A pause. A look of extreme guilt.]

It's fuzzy, I'm not exactly sure how or when I came here.

[He wasn't on anything now, if John was worried. Though the way reality has gotten all mixed it up it could have explained it.. He knew that this--what he was seeing--wasn't a mad fever dream. He'd made sure of that. There were several ways one could tell if they were in a dream or not, as long as they didn't fall in too deep...then again, if this was a dream he'd wake up eventually. A small part of him wondered if he was in a coma somewhere. Regardless, he had to deal with what reality had presented him, and as mad as it was, it did have its own set of rules and logic. Dreams often broke that.]