John was out for quite some time. From the electricity hitting him to using so much magic. It had exhausted him.

He blinked awake and rubbed his face. It had not been a terrible dream. He sighed and sat up. He wasn't chained. The room looked comfortable. But what he needed was a shower. And to get this Damn plug out.

He got off the bed and crossed to the bars. He didn't touch them. Instincts said not to.

"Sherlock..." He suspected the god might hear him, "Is there a bathroom?" The walls had looked smooth upon waking.