"G-Galahad?" He stuttered out, once again surprising himself by saying something contrary to what he was going to say.
"Was... that my name... in.. another life?" He asked. His knees felt weak, and he stumbled over to Sherlock's chair, slumping down in it, not even caring what Sherlock would say.
Wait. He was still frozen.
Greg looked over to Sherlock, then back to John. "What... is.. this.. what am I? What are you?" Even as he said it, the visions in his head became clearer, the dreams he could remember more vivid.
What was happening to him? Had he finally gone around the bin? Was he has loony as his wife said he was?
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Date: 2019-01-10 05:49 am (UTC)"G-Galahad?" He stuttered out, once again surprising himself by saying something contrary to what he was going to say.
"Was... that my name... in.. another life?" He asked. His knees felt weak, and he stumbled over to Sherlock's chair, slumping down in it, not even caring what Sherlock would say.
Wait. He was still frozen.
Greg looked over to Sherlock, then back to John. "What... is.. this.. what am I? What are you?" Even as he said it, the visions in his head became clearer, the dreams he could remember more vivid.
What was happening to him? Had he finally gone around the bin? Was he has loony as his wife said he was?