John had to fight the desire to grab Strange’s hand when they walked through the door. Get a grip, John Watson, this isn’t your first day of nursery school. He expected to see a crowded room full of light and strangers, but was surprised to find himself in a dimly lit meditation area where students sat with hands folded and eyes closed.
Strange gave him a warm smile, then gestured him to a dark, quiet corner. John sank down into what he felt was a ‘safe place’, then an old familiar feeling washed over him. It was a combination of relief and sadness. Relief because he felt anonymous and sadness because through his anonymity no one would approach him. He was alone and would be until he breathed his last breath-alone.