John's eyes followed Sherlock's arse. God. The man was infuriating and wonderful and such a bloody tease. He licked his lips and then shook his head. No. They could not end up in bed. No. It wasn't going to happen. There were things to do.

"During the Second World War. Various points during the way. It wasn't a mass awakening." He noted

But then there was the map. John smiled. Perfect. He could pinpoint each spot of light in his head. That way they could map out and see what was at that area. Perhaps figure out who the knight was.