The darkness was, unfortunately, something that they shared equally. In fact, Sherlock's eyes were less adjusted to it than John's, having come in from a lighter area. Now that he could barely see the tracks he couldn't make out where the other had went, so walked forward almost completely blind, if not unarmed. Fist curling tight under the wire, his pace was deliberate and even.

But he did not call out.

Perhaps they had long since gone on their way...