Sherlock doesn't entirely frown, but there is a faint sense of displeasure at his theatrics being virtually ignored. No matter. "First, hallucinogens distributed through the air." His eyebrows quirk up, "Interestingly enough, my initial suspicion upon arriving and looking over the network archives was that every incidence of mass consciousness-altering trauma was a result of hallucinogens, but not before or since have I been able to prove it, leading me to determine otherwise.

Second, a few months after that, myself, along with six other individuals whom I know to have been looking into the island at the time, were drugged in our beds, chained to seven civilians with no interest in investigation, imprisoned in underground facilities beneath the forest, and sent through something of a gauntlet run broadcast over the network on seven separate channels. Very exciting, rather like a tacky game show, but clearly designed to be a warning to those of us trying to get to the bottom of whatever's going on here, and also the last proven example of anyone being purposely drugged. Everything else has been --" and his mouth curls, a gesture of distaste, "-- otherwise inexplicable. They can drug us, but they simply choose other means of altering our collective consciousness."