She's alive. That's good. That's---it's something. Sherlock takes in a breath, trying to focus his mind on the next step. Getting Watson's mother somewhere safe.
He pulls out the final phone and punches in a number. His own voice is quiet, controlled.
"Hello, this is Sherlock Holmes, I need to speak with my brother."
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Date: 2013-06-17 06:55 pm (UTC)He pulls out the final phone and punches in a number. His own voice is quiet, controlled.
"Hello, this is Sherlock Holmes, I need to speak with my brother."