"Should we go after him?" Watson was worried about the bear finding Sherlock. Watson had no doubt they could take the bear down as a team, but he didn't think Sherlock could fight the bear by himself.

"Yeah sure, just let me finish my last donut first."

Watson waited for Steve to finish the donut, tapping his foot against the ground anxiously. Soon after, they started following the same path that Sherlock had taken.

***

Sherlock could see the massive letters just up ahead of him, so he started to look for any signs of the bear. Just as his eyes fell on some marks on the ground above him, a flash of brown came out from behind the 'H', charging towards the tiny squirrel in an FBI uniform.

Sherlock got into a fighting position and just before the beast descended on him he jumped up in the air, landing on the bear's head. The bear got confused, and feeling the pressure on it's back, started shaking it's head to try and dismount Sherlock.

Sherlock tried his hardest to grip onto the bear's fur but his hands just kept slipping. Sherlock quickly lost his grip on the bear's hair, catapulting off the animal and landing hard in the dirt. Black dots swam across his vision and just as he felt like he was going to pass out, he heard someone shouting his name. In his hazy state he couldn't figure out who, but after hearing one final shout of his name, the world finally disappeared.