Sherlock shook his head, bringing himself back to the real world. He blinked a couple of times, laser focusing in on John. It took a couple of moments for his brain to register what the man had said.

"It's... fine." He said, slowly. He felt slow and syrupy, and he didn't like it at all.

"I... I'm fine." He really was anything but fine, but he wanted nothing more than to go into his Mind Palace and try to figure this out.