"Right here." Sherlock said, waving the map about like it was a fan and then glancing back to John. "I'll be the navigator, you can drive. I'm an awful driver," he added in, looking over to John rather pointedly. "Beyond awful, in fact, and I wouldn't trust myself behind the wheel of any vehicle. I've always taken cabs before."

He rolled down the window, looking at the slowly passing landscape with a bit of a frown. "We're going too slow, speed up and continue down this road." The fact that everything was empty didn't seem to bother him at all. He figured that the man in charge of this whole thing, Oliver, was powerful enough to send them into a sort of alternate universe, devoid of all human life.