"Sherlock" Mycroft called, waving his hand in front of Sherlock's face. No reaction. "SHERLOCK!" He yelled. But still there was no reaction.
"Sherlock, Get out of your bloody mind palace. You aren't helping solve the mess that you helped create." Said John, clearly angry with his friend who was by the way a complete idiot at times. But to be fair, was there a time that John Watson was not stuck in some mess because of the man? Especially after Sherlock deduced Mary's pregnancy during the wedding, John had been the most pressured under any mention of children. Which would not do him any good as he knew Sherlock would need help raising the child.
"I have a what?" Sherlock seemed to have blanked out during Mycroft's explanation. Then again, the subject was somewhat frightening.
"Well is it a boy or a girl?" Marry asked, ignoring Sherlock.
"Girl" Mycroft replied."Irene Adler had time to write a note to us, since she clearly knew her fate. She told us to return the child to her father and to let him name her."
"Well? When will we get to see the little one?" Asked John
"Now" Mycroft answered, bitterly.
