And I am back once again. Whew. Enjoy!


At the other Special Unit, Sherlock stepped onto a marked area on the floor a few feet in front of a door. The white lighting above his head began to oscillate back and forth as he was scanned. The violin music continued faintly from where a man was sitting at a nearby set of computer screens, but it no longer sounded like Eurus' song. Another white-shirted guard stood beside the door.

"You 'aven't been down 'ere before, 'ave you? "Silence of the Lambs," basically," The guard told Sherlock who raised his eyebrow slightly at that.

"You what?" Sherlock asked him in his Irish accent, confused. It was difficult to hear his sister be compared to Hannibal Lector.

"Keep your distance; stay at least three feet away from the glass an' all that," The guard informed him and the lights above Sherlock's head turned green and then back to white. He looked across to the man at the screens. He had headphones in his ears and Sherlock jerked his head toward him.

"Why the headphones?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"She doesn't stop playin', sometimes for weeks," The guard told him and over the seated man's shoulder Sherlock took a quick peek at several camera angles of Eurus. She had long, slightly curly dark hair and was wearing loose white slacks and a loose long-sleeved white top, and she was standing in the middle of a large room which had a white illuminated floor. She was facing a bed and was playing a violin.

"Beautiful," Sherlock remarked, in reference to the music.

"Kills you in the end," The guard told him, and Sherlock felt slightly miffed about that. Obviously, this was not a man who appreciated good music.

"Aye. Still beautiful, though," Sherlock contradicted him and the door in front of him had slid open to reveal a small lift inside and he walked in, an auto mated voice announcing that it was closing. The door closed behind him and Sherlock instantly straightened up from his slouch. He took off his jacket and dropped it to the floor, glad to be out of disguised.

Downstairs, the lift door slid open. Sherlock had removed the rest of the guard's clothing and the hat and was in his normal suit with his hair fluffed into its usual style. Several feet in front of the lift was a wide wall made up of three floor-to-ceiling glass panels. On each of the panels, about three feet from the floor, a notice has been stencilled onto the glass reading in white letters "MAINTAIN DISTANCE OF THREE FEET". On the other side of the glass was a large semi-circular room lined with bare grey panels. Soft white lighting came from the tops of the panels and a large circular panel of lights in the middle of the ceiling sent green light down into the room. Running down the middle of the room, about eight feet wide, was a rectangular strip of white flooring and the rest of the floor was grey, matching the walls. There was a bed at the far end of the room and to the left near the end was a seat and table fastened to the wall, but there was no other furniture. In the middle of the room Eurus stood with her back to the door, playing a Bach-like piece on her violin.

Sherlock stepped forward and the lift door closed behind him. The overhead lighting turned from green to white. Eurus stopped playing and stood there unmoving. After a couple of seconds, she started to play again, this time the familiar tune of her song. Sherlock stood silently, blinking frequently, and briefly flashed back to his young self, running through the shallows of the river while Redbeard trotted about in the water nearby. In the cell, he pressed his lips together uncomfortably, but didn't move while Eurus continued to play. Sherlock lifted his foot from the floor and moved it back and Eurus resumed her previous tune. Sherlock then took one step forward and immediately Eurus started to play a frenetic and rapid string of notes.

In the governor's office, recording was playing, and Eurus could be seen sitting on the floor cross-legged facing the glass of her cell, her head slightly lowered.

"Why am I here?" Eurus asked and a man responded to her question, his voice very faint from offscreen.

"Why do you think you're here?" The man asked her, and she remained unmoving.

"No-one ever tells me," Eurus said as Mycroft stood behind a chair which Joanna was sitting in, just behind the desk.

John stood to the left of the chair and the governor was standing at the other side of the desk. Behind the chair was a glass wall leading to a small balcony which looked out over part of the island. All three men had turned to watch the footage on the screen attached to a wall at the side of the room as Joanna sat there, analysis certain cues that Eurus might be displaying.

"Am I being punished?" Eurus asked on the recording.

"You've been bad," The man told her, and Joanna frowned. That seemed to strike a chord with Eurus, thought Joanna couldn't be sure as she had never met the woman.

"There's no such thing as 'bad," Eurus sing songed.

"What about good?" The man on the recording asked Eurus.

"Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotional significance to what is nothing more than the survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, and bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat," Eurus answered the man intensely.

"Why aren't you?" The man inquired.

"I'm too clever," Eurus told him, raising her head and looking directly into the camera as she spoke the words slowly and clearly.

In the cell, still with her back to the glass, Eurus finished her tune and lowered her bow but didn't turn around. When she speaks, her voice comes through speakers.

"Did you bring it?" Eurus asked suddenly, her voice reaching Sherlock's ears through the speakers.

"I'm sorry?" Sherlock asked his sister in confusion.

"My hairband. Did you bring it like I asked?" Eurus asked, her back still to him.

"I'm not one of the ... I-I don't work here," Sherlock told her hesitantly.

"My special hairband," Eurus continued however, like she hadn't heard him.

"I'm not one of your doctors," Sherlock told her more firmly.

"The one I made you steal, from Mummy," Eurus said, sounding exasperated as she turned to face him. "It was the last thing I said to you, remember, the day they took me away."

"No," Sherlock told her, shaking his head slightly.

"No?" Eurus asked him, her eyebrow twitching only a little.

"No, we've spoken since then. You came round to my flat a few weeks back; you pretended to be a woman called Faith Smith. We had chips. You, me, and Lexi," Sherlock told her, hoping he wasn't taking a risk when he mentioned Lexi to her.

"Does this mean you didn't bring my hairband?" Eurus asked him as if she wasn't really listening to what he was saying.

"How did you manage to get out of this place? How did you do that?" Sherlock asked her, staying focused.

"Easy. Look at me," Eurus told him simply.

"I am looking at you," Sherlock assured her.

"You can't see it, can you? You try and try but you just can't see; you can't look," Eurus accused him.

"See what?" Sherlock asked her and she held out the violin towards him.

"What do you think?" Eurus asked him, changing the subject.

"Beautiful," Sherlock admitted honestly.

"You're not looking at it," Eurus told him intensely and Sherlock swallowed and closed his eyes briefly.

"I meant your playing," Sherlock informed her.

"Oh, the music," Eurus said as she lowers the violin and turned it round to look at the front. "I never know if it's beautiful or not; only if it's right."

"Often they're the same thing," Sherlock told her and Eurus looked up at him.

"If they're not always the same thing, what's the point in beauty?" Eurus asked him as she turns the instrument to face Sherlock. "Look at the violin."

"I need to know how you escaped," Sherlock told his sister, trying to take back control of the conversation.

"Look at the violin," Eurus ordered him firmly and Sherlock focused in on it.

"It's a Stradivarius," Sherlock told her, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"It's a gift," Eurus corrected him, not worried about what to call it.

"Who from?" Sherlock asked her curiously.

"Me," Eurus told him before she walked to her right, where a hatch was set into the wall and floor at the edge of the glass. She put the violin and bow into it and the opening revolved around to Sherlock's side of the glass. Eurus walked back into the middle of the room while Sherlock went over to pick up the violin and bow. He walked back to the middle of the floor, looking down at the Strad.

"Why?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"You play, don't you?" Eurus answered is question with a question, half turned away from him.

"How did you know?" Sherlock asked as Eurus turned her head towards him.

"How did I know? I taught you, don't you remember? How can you not remember that?" Eurus asked, sounding a little hurt.

"Eurus, I don't remember you at all," Sherlock admitted to his sister.

"Interesting. Mycroft told me you'd rewritten your memories; he didn't tell me you'd written me out completely," Eurus remarked, smiling slightly.

"What do you mean, "rewritten"?" Sherlock asked her and Eurus looked at him intensely.

"You still don't know about Redbeard, do you?" Eurus asked and Sherlock looked at her grimly. "Oh. This is going to be such a good day. Tell me about Lexi. When did you meet her? Is she here? She must be. The two of you…you're so… funny," Eurus said, changing to conversation once more, but that was one subject which Sherlock would not indulge her in.

In the governor's office, Mycroft was griping the back of the chair tightly and he was no longer looking at the screen as the recording playback continued. John, on the other hand, had walked closer to the screen and was watching intensely.

"She smiles at you when you come home," Eurus said on screen, still staring into the camera and then she nodded sharply. "Like a reflex."

"Everyone we sent in there; it-it's hard to describe," The governor told them, and John turned as the governor continued. "It's ... it's like she ...," He said, searching around for the right word.

"... recruited them," Mycroft finished for him.

"Smiling is advertising," Eurus said on screen and she nodded on the last word.

"Enslaved them," The governor corrected Mycroft.

"She's been capable of that since she was five," Mycroft told the governor.

"Smiling is happiness," Eurus said on screen as John turned back to watch the recording.

"She's an adult now. I warned you; I ordered you," Mycroft continued, and the governor sighed and smiles a little.

"She's clinically unique. We had to try," The governor said in his defense and John looked at him for a moment then turned back to the screen.

"At what cost?" Mycroft asked him worriedly.

"Happiness is a pop song. Sadness is a poem," Eurus continued on the recording.

"What cost?" Mycroft asked, speaking more softly as he looked towards the screen. Joanna reached up and placed one of her hands over his own, squeezing it slightly and Mycroft relaxed his hold on the back of the chair before he turned back to the governor. "Tell me the worst thing that has happened."

"She kept suggesting to Doctor Taylor that he should kill his family," The governor admitted.

"And?" Mycroft prompted.

"He said it was like an earworm; couldn't get her out of his head," The governor continued, and Joanna raised an eyebrow at that.

"And?" Mycroft prompted him again.

"He left," The governor told them, but Mycroft and Joanna knew there was more.

"And? Leaving isn't that bad so what was it he actually did?" Joanna asked the governor who sighed a little.

"Killed himself," The governor admitted, and Joanna and Mycroft stared at him, waiting.

"And?" Joanna prompted him again after a brief pause.

"... his family," The governor finished and John, who had been watching the governor turned to the screen again.

"Are you going to cry?" Eurus asked on the recording and Mycroft turned his head to the screen, where Eurus had turned her head a little but still had her eyes fixed on the camera. She straightened her head again. "It's okay if you cry," Eurus told the man behind the camera.

"I don't need to cry," The man assured her.

"I can help you cry," Eurus offered to him.

"Alexandria…Eurus couldn't get to her. No matter how much she tried. She was different. Eurus was different even," The governor told Mycroft and he nodded at that.

"That's Alexandria Holmes. It seems to be a family trait. We all seem to like her," Mycroft sighed before he asked his next question. "Caradoc MacKenna. Did you attempt to conduct a psychological evaluation on him?"

"He wouldn't talk. He never talks. He's clever though," The governor answered him, and Mycroft shook his head at that as Joanna rose from the chair and began pacing the length of the office, thinking. Her phone dinged and she looked at it quickly. Mary was checking in.

"He's dangerous. Caradoc always was," Joanna told the governor as she looked up from her phone and then turned on her heel to face him. "And he's escaped."

"He's been here the entire time. We have eyes on him, every minute of every day," The governor contradicted her, and Joanna raised her eyebrow at him.

"And yet…," Mycroft said, trailing off and deferring to his wife.

"Cut the crap. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has to pee sometimes. Cameras can be manipulated. We know for sure that Caradoc MacKenna has escaped from this facility and Eurus Holmes obviously has as well. Your judgement is impaired. You have ignored every direct order that has been given to you. You have compromised the safety of everyone in this facility and frankly if it was me, I would throw you into a deep dark hole and never let you out. For now, you are just fired. I would think long and hard about what you have done," Joanna told the governor sternly and he gulped a little at her words. While Mycroft could be scary, Joanna could be terrifying.

In the cell downstairs, Eurus changed the conversation once more.

"Play for me," Eurus told Sherlock, changing her mind.

"I need to know how you got out of here," Sherlock told her once more, unwilling to indulge her.

"You know already. Look at me. Look and play," Eurus ordered him again, exasperated.

Keeping his eyes on hers, Sherlock lifted the violin and started to play Bach's Sonata No. 1 in G minor, the same tune he had played when Moriarty came to his flat after his trial fell apart. Sherlock had only played about a second's worth of the music when Eurus interrupted him.

"No, not Bach; you clearly don't understand it. Play you," Eurus told him sternly.

"Me?" Sherlock asked her and Eurus nodded with her eyes.

"You," Eurus confirmed and hesitating for a long moment, Sherlock then lifted the bow and began to play the lament he had composed for Lexi, the one Lexi had first thought was for Irene. He had only played two notes before Eurus spoke again.

"Oh! Have you had sex? You must have. You are married after all," Eurus said, looking slightly delighted.

"Why do you ask?" Sherlock asked her curiously as he continued playing the tune.

"The music. I've had sex," Eurus answered him.

"How?" Sherlock asked her calmly, wondering who had let her do such a thing.

"One of the nurses got careless. I liked it. Messy, though. People are so breakable," Eurus told him, slightly amused.

"I take it he didn't consent," Sherlock quipped back, still playing.

"He?" Eurus asked, almost as if she was confused.

"She?" Sherlock corrected and Eurus seemed thoughtful.

"Afraid I didn't notice in the heat of the moment and afterwards ... well, you couldn't really tell. Is that vibrato or is your hand shaking?" Eurus asked him, changing the subject again and Sherlock finished the long note he was playing, then stopped and lowered the violin and bow. Eurus lifted one side of her mouth in a smile at that.

In the governor's office Mycroft has stood up and is leaning on the desk with both hands. John, his arms folded, has turned to look at the governor who has sat down at the other side. The footage of Eurus continues to play on the wallscreen.

Lexi forced herself to be calm as Caradoc stared at her, turning his head this way and that as he inspected her. He stepped off from the glass and retreated to the center of the room, pacing back and forth like a wounded animal, a grin plastered on his face.

"Well…Lexi, Lexi, Lexi…so naughty. Does anyone know you're here?" Caradoc asked Lexi as she kept her eyes on him, his voice coming through speakers.

"Sherlock does, as does Mycroft, and Jonna, and Mary, and John," Lexi answered him and then she shook her head. "But you don't want to talk about them. You want to talk about me," Lexi said, and Caradoc chuckled before nodding in jerky motions.

"How's the kids?" He asked, hissing out the last syllable.

"None of your business," Lexi told him as she took a few steps forward. "Now, how did you get out of here?" Lexi asked him and Caradoc stopped his pacing.

"As if I would ever tell you," Caradoc told her, wagging his finger at her. "I thought you were so smart," He said, drawing out the last words. "Aren't you going to deduce me beautiful bird?" He asked and Lexi smiled at him.

"Now, where would the fun be in that? You're an open book," Lexi said, and Caradoc chuckled once more.

"Am I?" He asked before he launched himself at the glass and slapped it with both hands as he pressed his nose to it and glared down at her. Lexi was glad when she didn't flinch, didn't give anything away. "So, little Lexi's all grown up?" Caradoc asked and Lexi tilted her head as she watched him.

"I'm not the same four-year-old you got off on trying to torture," Lexi informed him with a smirk. "You talk such a big game, but you're nothing but a bully," Lexi accused, and Caradoc hissed at her.

"You know nothing little Lex, Lex, Lexi," Caradoc told hissed at her through his teeth, seething with rage. "I'll admit, I was unexperienced in my youth, but I learnt from the big boys. Moriarty, Moran, Magnussen…," Caradoc seethed as Lexi narrowed her eyes. "Jim was the brother I never had," Caradoc spat at her.

"And I was the sister you never wanted," Lexi quipped back, not indulging him in his glorification of Moriarty.

"You're not my sister. You're just some whore's bastard. Father and I both knew it, but you were too stupid to see it," Caradoc hissed before he pushed of the glass and turned his back to her as he paced his cell once more.

"No, see I just thought that your father was a gutless, abusive, bastard," Lexi corrected him, noticing that something seemed to be off, but she wasn't sure what it was. "I was a child, Caradoc! My mother's decisions were not my own. I tried to be a good sister to you, doting, affectionate and all you ever showed towards me was anger and abuse. You used to pull my hair and tried to set my room on fire. Grandfather stopped you then, but that wasn't enough, the hitting and punching and name calling. No, you tried to murder me," Lexi told him angrily as she stepped closer to his cell.

"Try?" Caradoc asked her, stopping still and staring at her with cold, dead, eyes. "I did murder toy, you little bitch. Only father found you and knew what it would mean for me so her brought you back," Caradoc told her, and Lexi paused in surprise. She had always known that Caradoc had tried to smother her…. It was only by luck that she was still alive. She couldn't think about that now, later she could process that.

"And you think that is an appropriate response? You just don't like someone, so you kill them?" Lexi asked Caradoc, hoping to get an honest response from him.

"No, I don't like them, so I obliterate them from the face of the Earth," Caradoc told her, dragging out the word obliterate.

"Look how well that's worked out for you. I'm still here and you're in a cage," Lexi told him, holding her hands out wide to the side with a smirk on her face.

"A cage?" Caradoc asked her, quirking his head to the side. "Is that what you think this is? This is simply a room in my domicile," Caradoc informed her, and Lexi raised a brow at him.

"Tell me about that. How is it yours?" Lexi asked, knowing that by goading him she was getting exactly what she wanted out of him. An angry Caradoc was a stupid Caradoc.

"Eurus," Caradoc told her with a grin. "She's even worse than yours, but she gets it at least. Moriarty understood it too. The urge to kill, to destroy, the games. We got a gift awhile back, Eurus and me. One that the fat man thought we would like," Caradoc told her, starting to pace back and forth once more.

"Moriarty himself," Lexi said, almost distractedly as she looked around the room, noting cameras and security.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Caradoc exclaimed like she had won something.

"So, that's what my brother and law was up to while he was supposed to be keeping Moriarty behind bars," Lexi said as she snapped her eyes back to Caradoc. "News flash for you, Moriarty is dead," Lexi informed her brother and he laughed at that as Lexi finally spotted what it was that had seemed off to her while she talked to Caradoc.

"Hardly," Caradoc told her as he began to stalk towards her. Lexi looked up at the camera and began to blink the Morse code for V.C. into the camera, hoping that Mary was watching. Vatican Cameos.

"We'll see about that then, won't we," Lexi said, backing up and flashing her badge over the scanner. The lift door opened, and she backed inside and at that moment, Caradoc barreled at her, through the missing piece of glass to the far end of the right wall.

He crossed the space in barely a blink and reached her just as the lift doors were closing. His arm flashed through the closing doors and his hand wrapped around her throat. She choked, trying to break his hold, but before she could, her pulled her quickly through the opening door and smashed her face into the lift doors.

She felt her nose break and she gurgled in pain slightly as blood gushed down her face and that was when Caradoc threw her against the back of the lift. She slid down, before trying to get her feet under her, only to be kicked in the jaw and blacking out as Caradoc bent down and stared at her, touching her face and swirling his fingers in the blood before lifting his hand to his mouth and tasting her blood with a feral grin on his face.

In the governor's office, Mycroft and Joanna had turned on the governor, both livid that he had allowed all of this to happen under his watch. Joanna was ready to let loose on him, but Mycroft was holding her back for now.

"I warned you explicitly: no-one was to talk to Eurus alone and no one was to interact with Caradoc at all," Mycroft angrily told the Doctor.

"You spoke to her. Alexandria spoke to her. And as for Caradoc, we couldn't just lock him up and throw away the key," The governor tried to defend himself.

"I know what I'm doing! I taught Alexandria the same," Mycroft retorted sternly before growing angry once more. "And you damn well can!"

"You brought Eurus a visitor on Christmas Day," The governor shot back, and John frowned at this admission as did Joanna as she raised an eyebrow at her husband.

"I took a calculated risk. One I made before that seemed to work out well enough," Mycroft told him more quietly.

"You gave her a Christmas present. Remember her Christmas present?" The governor asked him, and Mycroft was clearly squirming.

"I am aware of the dangers Eurus poses, and equipped to deal with them as is Alexandria, you are not," Mycroft told the governor firmly.

"What dangers?" John asked Mycroft worriedly. They had after all just sent Sherlock down to meet his sister.

"Eurus doesn't just talk to people. She ... reprograms them," Mycroft admitted to John as he straightened up and John turned back to look at the screen. "Anyone who spends time with her is automatically compromised."

"I'm only trying to help you. We can help each other," Eurus said on the recording. "Helping someone ...," She nodded, "... is the best way you can help yourself."

"I don't trust you," The man off screen told Eurus.

"And Lexi?" John asked Mycroft, wondering if Eurus had somehow reprogrammed her too.

"Somehow it was different with Lexi. Eurus couldn't do the same to her. That's what made Lexi a perfect companion for her," Mycroft informed John and John asked the next burning question.

"And Sherlock?" He asked and a grim set came over Mycroft's mouth.

In Eurus' cell, Sherlock continued to make headway with his sister, unaware that Lexi was now at the mercy of her brother.

"So clearly you remember me," Sherlock said to his sister and she started slowly walking forwards towards the glass.

"I remember everything; every single thing. You just need a big enough hard drive. Lexi has one. She never forgets a thing. It's wonderful. It was so nice to watch her progress. I made her," Eurus told Sherlock as John's voice crackled into Sherlock's earpiece.

"Sherlock," John said, his voice urgent.

"Not now," Sherlock told him quietly.

"Vatican Cameos," John told him, but Sherlock ignored him. Eurus was just about to tell him what he wanted to know. He just needed more time.

"In a minute," He told John and he took out the earpiece. In the governor's office, John took his finger away from his own earpiece and closed his eyes. He looked to Joanna and she nodded, getting on her phone to signal Mary. In the cell, Sherlock put his earpiece into his trouser pocket.

"Let's continue," Eurus told her brother and she stopped a few steps back from the glass wall. "Did they tell you to keep three feet from the glass?" Eurus asked him.

"Yes," Sherlock told her, wary of her.

"Be naughty. Step closer," Eurus ordered him as she held his gaze like she was staring down her prey.

"Why?" Sherlock asked her, quirking his eyebrow slightly.

"Do it. Step closer," Eurus insisted.

"Tell me what you remember," Sherlock told her, changing the subject.

"You, me, and Mycroft," Eurus told him, sighing a little. "Mycroft was quite clever. He could understand things if you went a bit slow but you ... you were my favourite," Eurus told him, and Sherlock took one small step forward then brought his feet together again.

"Why was I your favourite?" Sherlock asked as Eurus also took one step forward.

"'Cause I could make you laugh. I loved it when you laughed. Once I made you laugh all night. I thought you were going to burst," Eurus explained to him and Sherlock smile very slightly at his sister. "I was so happy," Eurus continued, and Sherlock took another step forward. "Then Mummy and Daddy had to stop me, of course," Eurus added as if it was an afterthought.

"Why?" Sherlock asked her, slightly confused.

"Well, turns out I got it wrong. Apparently, you were screaming," Eurus answered him, also taking another step forward.

"Why was I screaming?" Sherlock prompted her and inside his head he heard a distant whimpering and his gaze lowered. "Redbeard," Sherlock said in a whisper and Eurus' head lifted slightly. Sherlock raised his eyes once more at that. "I remember Redbeard," Sherlock told her.

"Do you, now?" Eurus asked him softly, stepping forward.

"Tell me what I don't know," Sherlock told her, also stepping forward and Eurus stared up at him, her gaze intense.

"Touch the glass," Eurus ordered him, and Sherlock frowned at her.

In the governor's office, Mycroft was angrily pacing back and forth behind the table, his hands in his pockets.

"I put my trust in you, my implicit trust," Mycroft told the govern as John went out onto the balcony until the situation was settled. "As governor of this institute ...," He continued as John closed the door and walked to the edge of the balcony and looked over to the sea crashing against the rocks below.

He raised his head and his eyes widened and he looked around as if he was starting to realize something. The storm front was getting closer, lightning still flashing in the clouds. John blew out a breath and turned around, going back into the room where Mycroft was still pacing as Joanna quickly typed on her phone, trying to figure out with Mary where Lexi was as she wasn't responding at all which was unlike her.

"It's obvious when it all started. Well, she was never the same after that Christmas. It's as if you woke her up," The governor informed Mycroft as Jonna started hacking into the systems on the island.

"That is entirely beside the point! You had your orders and failed to act on them," Mycroft told him angrily as Joanna frowned, not liking what she was seeing.

"Listen to the tape," John told Mycroft then, waling closer to him.

"Sorry?" Mycroft asked him, confused.

"Do it now. Listen," John ordered, and Joanna looked up from her phone, moving closer to the screen.

"My sister's methods of ...," Mycroft began before John cut him off.

"Just listen," John ordered him again firmly and Mycroft did as he was asked.

"You have no idea how I could help," Eurus told the man who was off screen and looking exasperated, Mycroft walked to the desk and picked up a remote control. "Bring me your wife. I want to meet her," Eurus continued on the recording and Mycroft turned to the screen and increased the volume.

"I don't need your help," The man off screen told Eurus, only now, it was easier to hear his voice.

In the cell, Sherlock and Eurus were now only one step away from the glass wall between them.

"Redbeard was my dog. I know what happened to Redbeard," Sherlock told his sister, and she stared at him as if he was a puzzle she had to solve.

"Oh, Sherlock, you know nothing. Touch the glass, and I'll tell you the truth," Eurus told her brother in a condescending tone and she started to lift her left arm. "I'll touch it too, if you're scared."

On the screen in the governor's office, Eurus stared into the camera.

"I can fix her for you, and then I'll give you her straight back, good as new," Eurus told the man behind the camera and the footage fritzed momentarily. "I promise."

"That's all? What you're proposing is not ... it's not right," The man off screen said and now, his voice was clearer. John turned to look at the governor at that.

"Everyone who went in there got affected – "enslaved," you said," John said, and the governor shifted in his chair uncomfortably as he looked towards the screen.

"Yes," The governor told him, squirming in his chair.

"One after the other," John continued, and the governor told him yes once more.

"Doctor Watson, I think we've ...," Mycroft began, frowning, but John cut him of.

"Shut up," John interrupted.

"Do you trust your wife?" Eurus asked the governor on the recording.

"One question," John said, turning to the governor. "That's your voice, isn't it?" John asked ass he pointed at the screen and the governor turned to look at him but now his eyes went to the screen again.

"Do you really? Do you trust her?" Eurus asked on the recording, looking right into the camera.

"You've got to stop saying these things," The governor told Eurus on the recording.

"If Eurus has enslaved you, then who exactly is in charge of this prison?" John asked the governor as Mycroft stared towards the screen in shock.

"It's completely inappropriate," The governor said on screen as the governor quickly stood up and reached into his inside breast pocket.

"I'm sorry," The governor told them, upset and he held up a remote device in his hand as Joanna put her hand holding her phone behind her back and texted Mary and Lexi with the message: VATICAN CAMEOS.

"No," John told the governor as Joanna slipped her other hand down the length og her dress, reaching for the gun strapped to her leg.

"Very, very sorry," The governor told them, still upset.

"No," John told him again as Joanna's hand wrapped around the handle of the gun and she pulled it out as the governor pressed a button on the remote. Immediately the siren started to sound and armed guards ran into the room, aiming their guns at Mycroft and John, who raised their hands.

Joanna stood her ground, ready to shoot the guards, but she was forced to surrender when the guards held both Mycroft and John in front of them as shields, taking them hostage. Joanna threw the gun down at her feet and kicked it away from her and three guards surrounded her, a gun pressed to the center of her back. The governor looked more composed as he buttoned his jacket, just watching the situation.

In the cell, Sherlock looked towards Eurus' raised left hand, her fingers curled slightly.

"You think it's a trick. You look so ... unsure. You're not used to being unsure, are you?" Eurus asked Sherlock softly.

"It's more common than you'd think," Sherlock informed her.

"Look at you," Eurus said softly as Sherlock slowly raised his right hand to match hers. "The man who sees through everything ... is exactly the man who doesn't notice ...," She continued, her voice still soft and they straightened their fingers, the two of them slowly move their hands towards each other.

At the moment when their hands should touch the glass, Eurus reached forward a little further and their fingertips touched, then she linked her fingers into Sherlock's, and she gasped in mock-surprise.

"... when there's nothing to see through," Eurus finished softly as Sherlock breathed shakily and raised his eyes to hers. She smiled at him as he processed what had just happened. "Do you see how it was done? I know you like explanations," Eurus asked him as Sherlock blinked rapidly and looked towards their linked hands.

Then he focused down to the warnings which he had always assumed were on the glass and saw that the signs were attached and projecting sideways from the uprights that should be holding the glass. At the top of each upright was a smaller sign, similarly attached and projecting sideways, reading ELEPHANT GLASS and underneath that in smaller letters, SHOCK PROOF. The open end of the sign was shaped into an elephant.

"Signs. You suspended the signs," Sherlock told her breathlessly.

"And my voice? Throat mic. Puts me through the speakers," Eurus told him and there was a click and now her voice was clear. "Don't you think it's clever? Simple but clever?" Eurus asked him, almost delighted.

"Transparent," Sherlock said, shakily as he now realized, if Eurus could do it, so could Caradoc.

"Well, you do keep asking me how I got out of here," Eurus told him, and she unfolded her fingers and slowly pulled her hand away. "Like this," She said softly, and she stood and looked at him for a moment, then quickly sucked in a harsh breath and brought up both arms to slam her wrists against either side of his head. Sherlock fell backwards to the floor and she hurled herself on top of him, shrieking savagely into his face as she pressed her right arm down onto his throat. As he struggled under her she screamed out loudly, "Get in here, all of you! Stop me killing him!"

The lift door opened and two guards, who had been waiting in there since after Sherlock's arrival, ran towards her. She was holding Sherlock's arms down with her left hand and right foot and she raised her head to the guards and spoke calmly to them while Sherlock choked under her.

"No, no. Stop me in a minute," She told them and lowering her head to her brother, she pulled in a breath and then screamed into his face as she continued to strangle him.

Outside the governor's office, two yellow jumpsuited auxiliaries were marching John away, holding his arms. John kicked out at the ankle of the man to his right and as he cried out in pain and let go of his arm, John turned to the other man and headbutted him. While Mycroft started to struggle against his own captors, John raced for the nearby stairs up to the glass Control Room. A male American-accented voice called loudly from the speaker system as he did, and the voice sounded more than a little familiar.

"Red alert! Red alert! Big bad bouncy red alert!" The familiar voice shouted over the loudspeakers.

"Doctor Watson!" The governor shouted up the stairs.

"Klingons attacking lower decks! Also, cowboys in black hats, and Darth Vader!" The male shouted in announcement and while John continued rapidly up the stairs, Mycroft stopped struggling and stared up at the nearest speaker as it became obvious who the voice belonged to, James Moriarty. "Don't be alarmed! I'm here now! I'm here now!" Moriarty told them and John slowed down on the landing outside the glass room and pointed warningly to the technician in front of him.

"Did you miss me? Did you miss me?" Moriarty asked while the technician slowly backed away from John, the screens were showing a heavy flow of water pouring down them but then they cleared to each reveal Jim staring into the camera.

"Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me?" Moriarty repeatedly asked and as John stopped and stared at the screens in disbelief, behind him the lift doors opened, and two guards quietly hurried out. While Jim continued to repeat his refrain, one of them turned his rifle sideways and struck John firmly in the back of the head with the butt. John's eyes glazed over and he fell, Jim's repeated "Miss me?" chant echoing in his mind as he blacked out.