(John's POV) I walk in to check on Y/n. She's been worried about Sherlock, and when she gets worried, she acts... different. I worry about her. I check her bedroom, and don't find her. Frantically I start searching the rest of the flat. When I don't find her, I hold my breath and open Sherlock's bedroom door. He's still in his mind palace, but in his lap, curled up is a sleeping Y/n. I sigh, at least she's sleeping I guess. I move closer and cover her with a blanket. I shake my head softly, and leave. She'll be okay for now.