[ Sherlock has been investigating the missing people related to this artist, but so far he hasn't made any major progress beyond the artist being a definite suspect. He has an idea where the people might have disappeared even if he doesn't understand the magic behind it. However, where are the missing people now? How can he rescue them? (Is their anyone alive to rescue?)
Those are his thoughts when he returns to pour over the crime scene and hears someone in the home studio. ]
Wait!
[ He rushes into the studio in hopes of helping the painting's newest victim when he's pulled in as well. The world around him changes to something unreal. It's as if he's fallen into one of those wax museums, which is better than another world he's been pulled into before. Sherlock is simply glad that this place appears to lack giant swinging axes. He doesn't immediately see anyone else. ]
Model at your own risk
Those are his thoughts when he returns to pour over the crime scene and hears someone in the home studio. ]
Wait!
[ He rushes into the studio in hopes of helping the painting's newest victim when he's pulled in as well. The world around him changes to something unreal. It's as if he's fallen into one of those wax museums, which is better than another world he's been pulled into before. Sherlock is simply glad that this place appears to lack giant swinging axes. He doesn't immediately see anyone else. ]
Hullo? Is anyone else here?