Exploring
Tony woke up to a dark house. He was recovered enough to where he could get up and walk around the house. This was the 3rd night here since he had woken up. Tony swung his legs out of bed, and lit one of the lamps. He had yet to explore the house. He had only been back and forth between his and Sherlock’s rooms. Tony slid out of bed, his bare feet hit the carpet, the floor creaked a little. He grabbed the lamp, and made his way across the room slowly, trying to tread lightly on the creaky floor boards. The house was cold and quiet. He opened the door, it growend a little, he slipped out into the dark hallway. There was a crack of light under Sherlock’s door, he must still be awake. Tony decided against going in and seeing what he was up to, he wanted to explore. He moved silently down the hallway, the hardwood floors felt cold against his bare feet. He shivered a little. The hallway emptied out into a living room, there was an armchair and couch pulled close to a fireplace, the fire was nothing more then low smoldering embers now. No wonder the house had gotten so cold. Tony examined the items on the mantelpiece, there were a good number of military medals and also a few books. Tony meandered slowly through the room, and into a dining room. The table there was small, there were a few portraits on the wall, probably relatives. Tony didn’t linger to long in the dining room and moved on to the next hallway. He moved silently down the long hallway of closed doors, he stopped outside the first open door. Tony poked his head in and squinted into the darkness from what he could tell the room was a study. He slipped into the room, and began looking around. There was a desk of papers with some kind of research papers on it, he glanced at them briefly, and then moved on to exploring the bookshelves. A floorboard creaked out in the hallway. He jumped a little and spun around. He couldn’t see anyone from where he was. Tony crept toward the door, he stepped through the doorway and cold hand grabbed around his mouth.
“Shhh, it's just me,” Sherlock whispered from right behind him, and then blew out the light, “Quietly follow me.”
Tony did as he was told, and he followed Sherlock back down the hallway, through the dining room, back into the living room, down the other hallway, and into Sherlock's’ room.
“What is this about?!” Tony asked when Sherlock closed the door behind them, all of the lights in the room were off.
“That thing that was chasing us, is back, and somewhere outside the house,” Sherlock whispered. “I have a hunch that it wants you.”
“Great!” Tony exhaled, as if he needed any more problems right now.
“We need to get out of here, Watson doesn’t need to be dragged into this.”
“Where is it that you saw it?”
“Not saw it, heard it,” Sherlock whispered, “ We need to go, before it tries to get in the house.”
“Are we going to go on foot?! That thing will catch us.”
“No we’ll take the… we’ll take the horses,” Sherlock sounded very unhappy. “Come now.”
He grabbed a coat and scarf and handed it to Tony. He then headed for the door.
“Come on, we’ve got to go.”