[The forest reminds him of Baskerville - the mist, the screams from Henry Knight, Sherlock and John shouting and everything else. But most of all where those bright red eyes as the Hound stared them down, its monstrous form looming over.
Though the Hound was nothing but an illusion Lestrade doesn't know if the same can apply here. But at the same time there are greater horrors than monsters that lurk in the dark.
He steps forward after Watson does, glancing back at him when his gaze shifts back. Lestrade gives his own nod, providing whatever reassurance he can give. He may be just as lost, but at this with this he can do something, and its better than sitting down and twiddling his thumbs.]
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Though the Hound was nothing but an illusion Lestrade doesn't know if the same can apply here. But at the same time there are greater horrors than monsters that lurk in the dark.
He steps forward after Watson does, glancing back at him when his gaze shifts back. Lestrade gives his own nod, providing whatever reassurance he can give. He may be just as lost, but at this with this he can do something, and its better than sitting down and twiddling his thumbs.]