Me, the professor, and Gabriel all sat down in the dimly-lit living room, the smell of mold tickled at my nose, however I was use to such a stench; I knew it was my trench coat, it wreaked of a horrible smell that simply couldn't be washed off by soap and water, rather it needed a deeper treatment that only my wife was capable of doing.

As we sat on the cushiony sofa, I leaned over the table and looked at three individual pieces of paper with symbols and drawings embedded into them from deep dark ink. Taking one of the papers off the table, I analyzed most of the ancient and alien symbols, coming to an conclusion that they were marks I could not understand by any means. These symbols came from some cult that did rituals for a living, at least that's what I assumed.

"What exactly do these symbols mean professor?" I asked the professor as my deep blue eyes stared at a totem drawn on the piece of paper; it had a candle placed on the ground, and three sticks held up around the candle, along with three skulls skewered on the sticks. It gave me the chills, and just looking at it maddened me with a feeling of dread.

"These are symbols that an ancient cult used in order to talk to these entities that brought this disease upon our world. Can't you see? We're the ones that brought them here! It's all our fault, and we're the only ones that can banish them away from our world, lad!"

The professor replied to me, but his response sounded like utter nonsense. I merely closed my eyes and would let out a sigh from my nose, slamming the paper back down on the table and conjoining my hands together, resting my chin on top of them. "And how did you find these symbols professor? I don't believe a word you say unless an explantation comes about."

The professor closed his eyes and nodded his head, as if what he was about to say would sound lunatic, "I seen them in my dream once..."

He replied to me, and I got up and walked over to the water jugs, picking both of them up with my hands, "I have no time for this, all you've shown me is make believe." I didn't dare believe his words, and I was a fool for having my hopes up to the likes of him, however his student Gabriel approached me and stood in front of me.

"What my professor says is true! Before this bloody apocalypse started, he's been having dreams of these weird symbols, a-and these dreams somehow connects to what's been happening! He means it, he isn't lying!"

I nodded my head side to side in disbelief, scoffing at the young lads' words.

"Your professor is simply bringing false hope, do not believe in his fairy tale." I turned to face the professor who looked disappointed. "Here's my gift to you for the jugs of water." I almost forgot that I owed him something in return, so I placed down one of the jugs and took an pocket-watch from my coat, tossing it at him.

"It's pure gold. Everything inside of it is strictly gold, even the dials. Thank you for the water professor, this should last me two months or less." He caught the pocket-watch looking fascinated at the gold, and standing up from the sofa with a small chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Sherlock Holmes, that is who you're, isn't it?" The professor asked me which stopped me in my tracks, and surprising the young lad, Gabriel.

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"S-Sherlock Holmes? Professor what do you mean? This man is really Sherlock bloody Holmes?"

"Aye aye, indeed. I could notice this watch from anywhere, it's a watch he always carried with him whenever he's done his detective work. I've read it in stories and books featuring Sherlock and his great discoveries. Your wife... is her name perhaps Abigail?" The professor quickly caught onto me, so I scoffed as it was the only thing I could do.

"You're a fan of my discoveries I see. It's been a while since someone found out who I was without me having to tell them first hand." I kneeled down and placed the other jug of water on the ground, slowly turning to face the professor, and Gabriel.

"My wife Abigail has fallen ill to this disease... yes... and I am searching for a cure. Anything, and I mean anything that can save her, I would be willing to do it, even if it involves going into the dreamworld myself to search for her." The professor and Gabriel glanced at each other with saddened looks upon their faces, as if they heard terrible news of their loved ones passing away.

"I am sorry Holmes sir, Abigail was quite the artist. Her works of art felt real... and tangible, and it never went unnoticed by the public. But the only help I can give you, is from what I gained over my course of research! Please, you must believe me! This may be a clue to rescuing her and countless others!" The professor tried to persuade me, but my gut feeling told me that none of it was true... or perhaps that going through with his research could lead to a horrible fate. Which one was more potent you may be asking? I haven't a clue. All I knew is that we were trying to fight against cosmic horror in the vast expansion of space, and it could lead to horrible consequences... but I'll do anything to save my beloved.

"You have my attention professor, perhaps you aren't the lunatic I thought you may be, aye. You know of Abigail and her art, you know of me and my golden pocket watch, and you know of these symbols that even gave me a chill up my spine. You're a incredible researcher, and genius man. I'll hear you out, I have more than enough reasons to do so, mate."

Gabriel widened his eyes and bowed his head as a sign of respect. "T-Thank you Holmes sir! Thank you for hearing us out! Everyone else thought that the professor was a lunatic, but you're the first to listen to his reason!"

I chuckled mildly and nodded my head, reaching into the front pocket of my trench-coat, and pulling out a pipe. I placed the end of it into my mouth and held it with my lips, reaching into another section of my coat to pull out a match, lighting it on the wall next to me, and hovering it over the pipe. I waited for the tobacco to burn so I could inhale it's fume, trying to relieve this stress built up inside of me.

"Alright lads, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" I smirked as they did as well. Perhaps this was the start to saving the world, or simply wallowing in false hope.

***

A few hours have passed, we were all sitting on the sofa and discussing these ancient symbols, and it turns out that they come from a cult known as the "Worshippers of Yogulu". The professor told us his dream in key details, and I must admit, at times I felt like these details were simply deranged, or out of this world, but this was my only chance to save Abigail.

The Professor talked about how this Cult conducted rituals in the name of an entity known as Yogulu; they've done these rituals by sacrificing infants, but hearing that would make me close my eyes and take the pain to my chest. What a sick and twisted cult, just hearing about that had angered me, but I knew that I must get through this story for my own sake.

The professor described Yogulu as a creature with no symmetry and a blob-like body. It's icy cold with multiple tendrils swarming inside of it out in the open. Apparently this entity is a god worshipped by this cult, and this so called "god" is the reason that these other entities from the cosmos came to our planet and given us the Dreadbane disease. The professor has no idea why this cult wished for this to happen, unless they had other plans in mind and were betrayed by Yogulu.

"Tell me professor, Yogulu exists far off in the Caribbean Sea, correct? This cult discovered his whereabouts on a piece of land and decided to randomly call it their god?"

"No, that isn't exactly what happened Mister Holmes. When they discovered the god, Yogulu, he spoken to them in their own language that they could understand, and guided them to conduct rituals for an unknown reason. The people who found this Blob-like creature were all strangers at first, but when they heard Yogulu speak to them, they formed their cult and followed his orders. That is how the Worshippers of Yogulu started."

I took another hit of my pipe, inhaling the tobacco fumes, and blowing it from my nose, "I see... if this story is true, then perhaps we should travel to the Caribbean Sea and search for this Yogulu entity?"

I looked at the professor who glanced down in a bit of disappointment. "I have no clue where their hideout may be... I'm sorry, but that's all I could give from the dream I had before the apocalypse, lad."

I stood up from the sofa with my pipe in my mouth, taking one of the papers in my hands and making my way to the door. "Then it's time for plan B."

They all looked at me with wide eyes, a bit confused on where I was going.

"H-Holmes sir, what is plan B? What are you doing, sir?" Gabriel asked me.

"I'm going to conduct a bloody ritual." I responded with a chuckle at the end.