(Third-person View: )

 Shortly afterwards, John stormed out of the pub and stopped just outside, breathing heavily. He gazed up into the sky and blew out a breath, pulling himself together, and then looked into the distance and his eyes narrowed. The flashing light was back on the hillside. As it continued to flash, he started to walk in its direction.

 HENRY’S HOUSE

Henry was asleep on the sofa at the edge of the kitchen. He had a duvet over him and a pillow under his head, presumably brought in by John after giving him a sleeping pill. Now he woke, sat up and rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. He stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass doors and looked out into the dark garden. Still half asleep, he had a sudden mental flash of the word ‘Liberty’ stitched into material, and then the following ‘In’ word. Recoiling from the memory, he buried his face in his hands and sighed in anguish.

 MOORS

Using his torch to illuminate the way, John was walking towards the flashing light on the hillside. As he reached the top of the hill he could hear a rhythmic squeaking noise, and then as he shone his light around he realized that there were several cars parked up there. The drivers sitting in each car flinched and held their hands up to shield their faces from the beam from John’s torch, but they were also trying to avoid being identified and John now realized why as he turned his beam onto a car which had slightly steamed-up windows and which was rocking from side to side. Its headlights were intermittently flashing on and off. A woman’s voice came from inside the car.

 “Oh! Mr. Selden! You’ve done it again!” I woman cried.

 “Oh, I keep catching it with my belt.” A man said. As the inhabitants of the car groaned and continued about their... business, John lowered his torch.

 “Oh, g*d.” John moaned. He hesitated and squinted at the car, almost tempted to take another look and half-raising his torch again, but then it fully hit him that the Morse messages he wrote down yesterday were nothing more than the random flashings of a car’s headlights during the –ahem… goings-on of a dogging site. He turned and headed back towards the pub. “Sh...” He began as he walked away. His phone trilled a text alert, interrupting him. He got the phone out and looked at the message:

 “Henry’s therapist currently in Cross Keys Pub

S”

John wrote a brief reply, speaking it aloud as he typed.

 “So?” He asked. The reply came almost instantly:

 “Interview her?”

 “John answered:

 “WHY SHOULD I?” Angrily.  After a moment he got another alert:

 “Downloading image...” Shortly afterwards the image arrived and he opened it. It was a covertly-taken photograph of Louise Mortimer standing at the bar. She was pretty, and around John’s age. He looked at the photo for a moment and then walked on.

 “Ooh, you’re a bad man.” John mumbled. It was not clear, however, whether he was talking to himself or to Sherlock.

 HENRY’S HOUSE

Henry had sat back down on the sofa and had wrapped the duvet around him. The television was on nearby but he was dozing and not paying attention to it. He woke a little and looked out in the dark garden again, his eyes tired and heavy, then he turned to look at the TV. An old black and white film was showing several dogs running around somewhere dark and spooky-looking. Henry quickly changed the channel to a less threatening film that looks as if it’s set in a rural village during the 1940s.
Suddenly the security lights outside the house came on. Henry looked anxiously into the garden but could see nothing moving in the bright lights. A few seconds later the lights faded out again. Henry turned his head away and instantly – unseen by him – something moved quickly across the garden by the back fence. Henry changed the TV channel again and picked the worst possible choice as a wolf snarled straight into the camera while a woman screamed in terror offscreen. Recoiling in annoyed frustration, Henry turned the TV off. Instantly the security lights came on again. There still appeared to be nothing out there but Henry got up and walked closer to the glass doors. Just as the lights began to fade again, a huge shape flicked across the garden at the far end. It moved so fast that it was impossible to see what it was, except that it appeared to be fairly low to the ground. Henry recoiled in horror and looked across to a small cabinet on the other side of the room. He hesitated, almost afraid to move, but then ran across and scrabbled in the cabinet before pulling out a pistol. Panting in terror, he turned and looked out into the dark garden again and then, he walked slowly towards the glass doors. Just as he almost had his nose against the glass the lights blazed again and a massive shape, most definitely looking like the head of a huge dog, slammed against the glass on the other side and then immediately vanished again. Screaming and wailing in panic, Henry stumbled back and aimed his pistol at the glass. The lights faded out again. Henry sobbed and a couple of seconds later the lights flashed on yet again. His eyes raked over the garden but there was nothing to be seen. The lights faded one more time and by now Henry had sunk to the floor, his hands over his face as he sobbed in absolute terror.

 CROSS KEYS INN

John was sitting with Louise Mortimer in the pub. They were chatting and laughing. Alice and Sherlock had gone back to their rooms.

 “That’s so mean!” Doctor Mortimer giggled. John picked up a half-empty wine bottle from the table.

 “Um, more wine, Doctor?” John offered, trying to sound classy but failing as soon as ‘um’ came out of his mouth.

 “Are you trying to get me drunk, Doctor?” Mortimer asked flirtily.

 “The thought never occurred!” He refilled her glass.

"Because a while ago I thought you were chatting me up." Mortimer said sarcastically.

“Ooh! Where did I go wrong?” He asked, filling his own glass up.

 “When you started asking me about my patients.” She said seriously, but still friendlily.

 “Well, you see, I am one of Henry’s oldest friends.” John lied.

 “Yeah, and he’s one of my patients, so I can’t talk about him.” Mortimer insisted.

 “Mmm.” John hummed, hoping the wine would kick in soon.

 “Although he has told me about all his oldest friends.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Which one are you?”

 “A new one?” John asked hopefully.  She scoffed. “Okay, what about his father? He wasn’t one of your patients. Wasn’t he some sort of conspiracy nutter... theorist?” He asked, quickly correcting himself.

 “You’re only a nutter if you’re wrong.” Mortimer said thoughtfully.

 “Mmm. And was he wrong?” John tested.

 “I should think so!” She exclaimed.

 “But he got fixated on Baskerville, didn’t he? With what they were doing in there... Couldn’t Henry have gone the same way, started imagining a hound?” Louise looked at him pointedly.

 “Why d’you think I’m going to talk about this?!” She asked, laughing a little bit.

 “Because I think you’re worried about him, and because I’m a doctor too...” He began, laughing in acknowledgement of her seeing through him, but then he became more serious. “...and because I have another friend who might be having the same problem.” They locked eyes for a long moment and finally Louise sighed. She had apparently decided to tell him more than she really ought to... but before she could even begin, a hand clasped down onto John’s shoulder from behind him. John looked round and saw Bob Frankland grinning at him.

 “Doctor Watson!” Frankland greeted.

 “Hi.” John greeted unhappily.

 “Hello.” Frankland said to Louise. “How’s the investigation going?” He asked John.

 “Hello.” John greeted again, doing everything but rolling his eyes in dismay.

 “What? Investigation?” Mortimer asked, confused.

 “Didn’t you know? Don’t you read the blog? Sherlock Holmes!” Frankland announced happily.

 “It’s...” John began.

 “Sherlock who?” Louise interrupted.

 “No, it’s...” John began again.

 “Private detective!” Frankland nearly shouted. He clapped John on the shoulder again. “This is his P.A!”

 “P.A?” John demanded, offended.

“Well, live-in P.A.” He added.

“Perfect!” John announced in unhappy sarcasm.

“Live-in.” Mortimer said sceptically.

“This is Doctor Mortimer, Henry’s therapist.” John introduced.

“Oh, hello.” He shook hands with her. “Bob Frankland.” He turned back to John. As he spoke, Louise was already twisting on her chair to take her coat off the back.

“Listen, tell Sherlock I’ve been keeping an eye on Stapleton. Any time he wants a little chat... right?” Frankland informed, leaning over John in attempt to be more discreet.

 “Mmm.” John hummed in irritation. Frankland laughed heartily, clapping John on the shoulder yet again and then walked away. John looked at Louise and realized that she had got her coat in her hands

“Oh.” John said quietly.

 “Why don’t you buy him a drink? I think he likes you.” She said spitefully. She stood up and left. John sighed.

 (INN ROOM, BEFORE JOHN TALKED TO MORTIMER)

(Alice’s POV: )

 I was sat on the bed, my legs crossed and my face bent in concentration. Sherlock was in the chair by the lamp, his hands on the armrests and the lamp making his face look eerie.

“Ulcer.” Sherlock said suddenly, his eyes closed.

 “What?”

 “Stress ulcer. You should get that seen to.”

 “No… wha-what do you mean?”

 “You had an ulcer, a stress ulcer earlier by the fire. That’s why your stomach hurt.”

 “But I’m not stressed.”

 “You are, you just don’t think about it because your body is used to it.

“Why would I be stressed?” At that he opened his eyes and looked at me sarcastically. “Okay, yeah. But this hasn’t happened before, except my first few days on the battlefield, but they died away.” He thought for a moment.

 “Fear. Fear that is not constant in your system.”

 “Fear causing a stress ulcer?”

 “Well, PTSD helps.”

 “Mine isn’t that bad…” He chuckled sarcastically. “Are you okay?” I asked. He didn’t answer and any amusement that was there before drained out of his face. He closed his eyes again and brought his hands up to the prayer position. I looked at him for a moment before looking blankly down at my legs, and climbing into bed.

Quick update, I just got home and I am catching up on stuff so I'm busy. That's why I haven't answered any messgaes or anything, so sorry. =( But here you go. Enjoy, vote, and comment fun peoples!! =)