the orient express

After listening to Halestorm's 2012 album about three times, I've decided that Lzzy Hale GETS me.

Almost creepily well, sometimes.

[Maryanne]

I feel confident you will enjoy this as much as I do. Makes me wish I had a car to drive while it's playing. :D

[Anna]

This is going up on the wall of stuff.

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Bon soir.

I dearly hope that this message will be at least vaguely decipherable, as this machine is entirely unfamiliar to me. Still, it is absolutely crucial that I find someone who is able to tell me where I am, and how I have arrived in this strange place. It is a train, oui? But a stranger and faster train than I have ever seen.

I fear that perhaps my sickness has relapsed, and I have fallen back into mad fever dreams...

I thank you in advance for any information anyone can impart to me about this strange and unforseen situation.

~M. Pontmercy

( PLOT TURNOVER )

( John Watson )

Dr. Snowden showed up last night. FYI and all that.

How've you been? I haven't heard from you in a while.

[Lily]
Would you be able to help a friend of mine leave the train with me? I can only teleport non-living things. Oh and if you could keep this to yourself we'd be really grateful.

It's official. I've missed my calling as a frat boy.

Especially since I can apparently drink most of them under the table.

Not really sure where I am right now, though. . .

[Anna]

The frat boys got me high and left me at a mall with a giftcard for $400. I need an adult. Come find me.

Laura, I feel like every day, somehow I am learning more, and understanding more. And it's all because of you.

It seems like only yesterday
I didn't have a clue
I stood alone not knowin where to turn
Now suddenly I look around
And everything looks new
I don't know why, but I think I'm startin' to learn
They call it understanding
A willingness to grow

I'm finally understanding
There's so much I can know
Until the day you came along
I used to just get lost
I only heard the things I wanted to hear
It always seemed like no one cared
But then you took the time
And now I look and everything seems clear
You've got me understanding
You've really helped me see

I'm finally understanding
It's meant so much to me
You've got me understanding
You're really on my side
You've got me understanding

...that was odd... but to the point. I love you, Laura.

follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
i will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down

see i have not i have not grown cold
i have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young
bridge

then somebody laughs like it’s all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that i make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
i will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for.
Oh, what do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore.

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?

That's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Oh, who am I?

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win...

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know...

[There's a little fowl language, tied in wrestling with something rather hollow and wooden.]
I don't want to... Oh hell with it. I tried to fight it, there's no 'damn the man' with the train. Sorry if you don't like country music.

[After a few moments there's delicate plucking of a guitar. To this song. The ... are extended notes.]

I don't want to get up, baby lets turn off the phone
I don't want to go to work today or even put my make-up on
I got better things to do on my to-do list anyway
Hide under the covers and waste away the day

Let's just lay here and be lazy, baby drive me crazy
All I want to do.....
All I want to do..... is love you

I got my whole life to change the world and climb ladders
Looking at you looking at me is the only thing that matters
Come a little closer baby we can talk without words
Hang a sign on the door, "Please do not disturb"

Let's just lay here and be lazy, baby drive me crazy
All I want to do.....
All I want to do..... is love you

Give me a kiss, from that Elvis lip
You don't want to miss this

All I want to do.....
All I want to do..... is love you

All I really want to do is
All I really want to do is
All I really want to do is love you and love you and love you

Come a little closer baby we can talk without words
Hang a sign on the door,
"Please do not, please do not, please do not, please do not disturb"

When I lay down in the evening
All I really want to do is
When I wake up when I wake up in the morning baby
All I really want to do is

Ooo......
Ooo......

Does anyone know how long this whole singing thing could go on for? I know someone told me the train has pulled other crazy stuff so wasn't sure if it's always the same amount or no.

[There is some static, followed by some gentle humming and the sound of violin strings being plucked. A few long, low notes are played and then a throat is cleared. A soft, low baritone voice starts up suddenly. (Although the song is a duet, Sherlock will sing both parts)]

No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you

Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here, with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you

Say you'll love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summer time
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you.

Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe, no one will find you
Your fears are far behind you

All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you, always beside me
To hold me and to hide me

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
That's all I ask of you.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Say you love me

[There is pause. A sigh is barely audible]

Love me, that's all I ask of you.

[There is another pause and the sound of a violin being plucked again before the post shuts off.]

[[anyone in the close proximity of 601-b would hear Sherlock cursing as he realises he just burst into song, unaware, for now, that he's posted it for most of the train to hear.]]

What would you think if I told you I was shirtless and another woman had her hands all over me?

[Private to Jo-Nah]

Hey. Thanks for the other night.

[Private to Dr. Snowden]

Juliet told me you were here. How're you doing Doc?