What do we do, Alfie? Some people have still got their eyes changed--are yours still glowing? Mine turned back to normal. But this could... what if it happens again?
Not sure. There wasn't anyone around to tell me later in the evening. Kid said they were back to normal when he came to unlock me. Checked in the mirror and sure enough. I haven't, uh... [There's a long pause, but it's not something he'll really be able to hide.]
Stein took out one of my eyes before lockdown started. He... wanted to dissect it. I dunno if that's reverted to my regular eye.
I hate to put it like this, but Dr. Stein's a very good surgeon. It's a clean job. I'm not in any immediate danger. It's nowhere near as bad as the mess poor Charlie was in when Beckett got his eye.
I dunno, yet. I need to find out where Sherlock is. I think he might've moved from the fire station. We're probably heading north. Didn't have much luck experimenting with the anomaly.
I'm sorry, Alfie. [It's not John's fault, but the guilt is there. He'd told Alfie he'd be dead before the morning.] Next time their eyes change, probably just best to tie them up before something happens.
[That sends a chill through Alfie, maybe more than anything else since he'd woken up. Watson's assumptions about the future are usually reserved for good things - when Fiona wakes up, when we find the cure to the radiation sickness, when we figure out how to get home. Alfie doesn't like the sound of next time their eyes change.
But he doesn't berate, and his tone is almost gentle when he replies.]
Yeah. Yeah, if it happens again, we'll be prepared.
Hopefully, it won't. We know what we need to do on our side, as well. [Cuffing and drugging himself had been the right choice.] Your Vicodin can help calm someone down, too. Or at least put them out of commission for fighting.
This whole thing only started up since we got into Hsiaoke Pass properly. [John butchers the pronunciation on that a bit.] All of these bad things with the Prophet. I really don't understand. I thought they were meant to be helping us, that it was that little girl, Sam.
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What do we do, Alfie? Some people have still got their eyes changed--are yours still glowing? Mine turned back to normal. But this could... what if it happens again?
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[Which is really fucking worrying to him.]
When did yours go back to normal? During the night?
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Stein took out one of my eyes before lockdown started. He... wanted to dissect it. I dunno if that's reverted to my regular eye.
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[It's a poor attempt at humor, he knows. But the attempt is made, nonetheless.]
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Are you and Duster splitting off from the girls?
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[He sounds surprised by the suggestion, really.]
No, we're not.
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[He's pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to Alfie how dangerous it might be.]
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But he doesn't berate, and his tone is almost gentle when he replies.]
Yeah. Yeah, if it happens again, we'll be prepared.
[Remember that it's only an if, friend.]
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[He's not convinced.]
These people, right, they talk in half truths; they don't give straight answers.
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