“Sherlock what the hell is going on!?” John demanded. He was doing his best to speak in between his ragged gasps.
His tall companion seemed just as equally out of breath, but infinately more focused after their sprinted ‘duck and cover’. “It’s alright, John. It’s nothing. Now, when I tell you to run… run. If you encounter a statue, don’t blink.”
John froze.
“Don’t what?”
Sherlock huffed out an irritated breath. “Must I repeat myself? Don’t. Blink. John.”
“…Oh. Right then.” The ex-army doctor sighed, “And here I was afraid that you were going to tell me to do something absurd.”