Sherlock took a deep breath. I dream... "He paused for a moment, this was hard to talk about.. "Sometimes I dream about fire, and rock, and a three headed dog, as big as an elephant." He sighed.

"I don't think I'll find a dog like that around here, but.. what about fire and rock." Sherlock looked outside the window. "There are no volcanos near Oklahoma, sadly. So I guess that's out of the question as well." He got up from the chair and paced back and forth, tugging at his hair, frustrated.

"I don't know what to do!" He roared, not angry at her, just angry in general.