Eurus sat in the waiting room at the private clinic where her brother's best friend and detecting partner practiced his day job as a GP. She tried to remain inconspicuous, as had become her habit while at large in London, as she filled out forms as vaguely as possible. She had revealed herself to Sherlock and Molly, and as she had also revealed herself to little Rosie Watson – who Molly indicated spoke of the visit – Eurus judged it would be better to reveal herself to Rosie's father, Dr. John Watson, sooner rather than later.

Down the hallway, John Watson sat in his office, rubbing his temples.

Sometimes private practice could be so… taxing… and so, soooo boring.

His nurse knocked on his door. John rose his head and put on a smile for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

PLEASE, not another case of piles, sciatica, the common cold, or the day winner – four flaming cases of gout.

"Yes," he said, as the nurse opened the door with a clipboard in her hand.

"Your next patient, Dr. Watson," the nurse said in a soft Irish lilt. "She's complaining of a myriad of symptoms. Seems like a bit of a mystery to be honest," she smiled softly. "Maybe a bit of variety." She sounded as though she were fighting off the drudgery of the GP office as well.

"Thank you Siobhan, send her in," as he reached out to take the forms Siobhan offered to him.

John read through the papers quickly. No symptoms stood out, it all seemed rather vague. It was then he noticed that the patient had failed to fill in her name.

"So, Miss… what was your name again? I'm afraid you forgot to fill it ou…" John trailed off as he looked up.

"Miss Holmes, Dr. Watson. Eurus Holmes. I think you are familiar with my case, are you not?"

"Eurus," John breathed out as he exhaled in a rush. "What are you doing… how did you… what the HELL?"

"I got bored," Eurus shrugged. "The food is dreadful and the entertainment even worse. Did you know that even musical perfection can become terribly boring to hear? Molly told me that a person can become tired of their own cooking and lose appetite for it. I suppose the same can be said for the violin."

John, who had in the meantime, risen out of his chair, sat down again, risen once more, and found himself sitting back down, found himself speechless.

"Mrs… Hudson…? Who else knows you've escaped besides… well ME?"

Eurus paused a moment, then stepped forward to seat herself in the chair opposite John at this desk.

"Oh not many… Sherlock of course… Molly… Rosie… Will… London in general, though they haven't a clue who I am."

"My DAUGHTER knows you're on the lam from Sherrinford? Bloody hell, why am I always the last to know…" John exclaimed, half muttering to himself. His hand couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to rub his forehead or sit restlessly in front of him on the desk.

"She gave me wildflowers. She's a toddler, I'm sure she isn't aware WHO I am, just that I'm… familiar. Sherlock can explain better. Oh, by the way, if he says anything about the adult holding the baby…"

John snorted with spontaneous laughter. "I know. Don't trust him. He didn't come up with that himself, you know. He learned that from me. Rosie is two years older than Will, don't forget. Once bitten, twice shy… four times more likely to pass on the favour."

Eurus rolled her eyes. "Oh I should have KNOWN he was far more clever than I've given him credit for." Then she smiled cautiously. "So. The last time we were in an office together… I may have shot you. I do apologize for that, John."

"You did, in fact, shoot me, and you know I never did understand that one," John said to her, cocking his head at her. "It seemed so random… so pointless. Hell of a tranquilizer though. Felt like a week had passed by the time I woke up." He leaned back in his chair, finally feeling more at ease in her presence. "I suppose it doesn't matter now, really."

"If it no longer matters to you, that's good enough for me. It may have had more to do with escaping once I'd revealed myself to you. It was so long ago, I'm not sure I remember exactly why. It was rather mean though, wasn't it. Oh and by the way, I only escape from Sherrinford for a day at a time, no more than once per week. Again, Sherlock can explain."

"Right then… speaking of explaining, would you care to explain what exactly it is you're doing here?"

"I've been exploring, meeting people, observing, learning, absorbing. Eating the most fabulous chips… Oh Sherlock would be so jealous…" Eurus smiled to herself as though she had some great secret she was dying to spill to someone.

John looked at his watch. Ah. It was nearing noon. "Well I can't promise chips, but there's a fairly decent Chinese place down the street from here if you'd like to continue this over lunch."

Lunch held more appeal to him than just filling the void in his belly. It meant this dreary drudging day, which had admittedly taken on an intriguing turn, was half over.

Eurus paused a moment, thinking. There was a park bench a few buildings down, where a few wildflowers grew. She thought perhaps she might like to pick some for Rosie.

"Yes, that would work," she said. "Just one request though."

John's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

"I'd like to stop to pick some flowers for Rosie. I'd like to return a gift she gave to me recently. She taught me a lesson I needed to learn, but it took Molly to explain it. I'm good at observing, but not always seeing. I'm still working on that but maybe, if you would, you could help me with that? You and Sherlock are famous for doing both. I think perhaps you work in tandem. That's why you're so good at what you do."

John smiled warmly, approaching Eurus. "I think I can do my best. I can't promise much enlightenment in one day though, just a head's up. We can probably get a start on it though." He crooked his arm and offered it to her. "Siobhan," he called out, "I'm leaving for lunch with… a friend. I'll be back in an hour."