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     Harold Finch felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck which snapped him quickly out of his sleep. He let out a little groan, but did not open his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have fallen asleep on his sofa, but he had been so tired the night before, it had just happened. He flexed his shoulders and his eyes flicked open then closed again. Suddenly his entire body tensed. He heard a noise – the slow, gentle sound of someone breathing in and out. He held his breath, the noise stayed. He opened his eyes and slowly, and somewhat painfully, turned his head. He let out a sudden gasp and sat swiftly up.     “John, what

    John walked along the street when he heard the payphone beside him ring. He reached out his hand and took up the phone.    “Confound you, Mycroft,” he mumbled into the phone. “I don’t want to talk to you!”    “I’m afraid your slightly confused, Dr. Watson.”    “What? Who is this?”    “My name isn’t important. What is important as that you are in danger.”    “Who are you?”    “I’ve sent someone to protect you, Dr. Watson. He’s an expert. You can trust him completely.”    “What the –”    “Look acr