As John followed the directions given, he carefully tried to guide the rather bumpy and wild car as he sped around awkwardly. Well, he guessed it was still better than having Sherlock drive. He was terrified to even see what that would be like.

"Right, so what turning do I take here?" John asked under his breath, only getting a response about funnel cake. Really? Funnel cake? They were in a race to save someones life and Sherlock was having cravings?

"Could we stop thinking about cake and focus? If we complete this journey, I'll buy you some bloody cake. And something for me. Oh! One of those little muffin things with the edible ball bearings ... and some jam perhaps? Oh and honey! It'd make for some great toast..."

--Oh great, now he was craving cake and toast! Rolling his eyes, he groaned and took a left.