"On April 18th you know that I disappeared from our house without a trace. On that night two men came into our house, a young man with blonde hair and a slightly older man with dark hair. The blonde one was keeping by the door. The man with the dark hair came forward and knelt down in front of me. He handed me a small shotgun and said 'I'm your daddy now, take this and come with me. My name is Jim Moriarty.' He stood up and began to walk to the door. I got up and followed him, he smelled nice. When I was standing next to him he put his arm around my shoulders and guided me out of the house. A black car was waiting for us out there. He and I got into the back of the car while the blonde man got in the front and we drove off.
"A few weeks later we were in London. I remember going to a rifle-range with the blonde haired man, I had learned a few weeks earlier that his name was Sebastian. He was teaching me how to fire various sizes and types of gun; from tiny little, one shot handguns to machine guns and tanks. The tank driving was a fun day."
"You got to drive a tank?"
"Hey, don't interrupt!"
"But... you were ten!"
"What's your point?
"Anyway, once I was properly trained, I was allowed out of the house with Daddy Jim and Uncle Sebastian. It's funny, nobody ever suspects a ten year old girl of carrying a gun...
"Anyway, once the... practical aspects of my training were complete, I was taught the regular, normal, boring things, like Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, Psychology, Latin and Biology. Daddy Jim wanted me educated, intelligent enough to keep up, but not too smart. He didn't want me to overpower him. And that was something he worried about a lot – that my intellect would overpower his and I would usurp him from his role as Consulting Criminal.
"But something has gone wrong. I can't find him anywhere. He's gone missing before, in a variety of different ways, but this isn't right. He should have contacted me months ago. I'm getting really worried. That's why I have to find Sherlock Holmes; he was with Daddy Jim the last time he was seen on record. Please, sis, anything you know that will help me find my dad... I just..."
Neve leant back against her chair slid to the ground. She was beginning to cry.
"Don't cry. Please don't."
Eleanor slipped off her bonds and reached forwards for her friend. Carefully, she slid her arms around Neve's shoulders and held her close.
"I missed you," the girls said quietly, in unison.