[Call Sherlock.]

I'm not bloody calling him!

[John clutches his head for a moment as Mary goes silent for his raised voice.]

I'm sorry. Mm... He doesn't need to deal with this. He's already put himself through too much for me. I can't let him... he'll offer to do it himself, you know he will.

[Mary stares at him sadly, tears filling her eyes.]

He's dying I can't... This isn't real. It'll work. It's not real.

I'm fine. Sorry. I was having a dream when I woke up.