John sighed, rubbing his head. "Will someone please explain how Sally is your sister?" Sherlock smiled softly. "She is our half-sister. We have the same father, but different mothers." John had to admit, that made since. "What happened?" John knew he had to tell them, but doubted they will believe him. Even he did not believe it.
"Sunny and I were staying home when. Sherlock, he looked like Moran. I know it could not have been him. It surly looked like him, though." Sherlock turned to Sally. "Sally, could check to see if there were any break-outs or break-ins in Dartmore?"
"I'm already on it." She answered, briefly looking up from her cell phone. "I will tell my men to keep a look out for anyone with Sebastian Moran's description."
"He would also have a limp and trouble sitting. Sunny nearly bit his knee off when he tried to take us. When we got to the werehouse, she stood on a rock and bit him," John looked at Sally, and paused. "Well, you know. When he tried to strangle her, I moved to protect her. Next thing I knew, I was waking up with Sherlock and Sally leaning over me, a splitting headache, and a bump the size of a small country on my head." He winched, rubbing his head at the still fresh memory.
They stared at Sunny. She looked smug at the fact. Sherlock gave a small laugh. Something told him the little girl had much more surprizes in store.