The panel closed behind the others and Lexi breathed out a deep breath before she rolled her shoulders, loosening her joints as she tried to keep calm. She didn't know what was worse, Eurus' game or Eurus herself. The lights turned green again and she started to understand what it had been like for Eurus. She was an animal in a cage, no stimulation, nothing. It could drive anyone mad. No wonder Eurus had wanted her to stay. She needed a friend and Lexi hadn't really been a good one. Maybe if someone had given Eurus a hug, a shoulder to cry on, or paid more attention and care to her she wouldn't have turned out this way. Lexi waited, pacing back and forth, before the lift door opened and two guards stepped out, rifles at the ready.

"Listen to our instructions and you won't get shot," The guard on the right instructed Lexi and she nodded in understanding. "Walk to the middle of your cell, face away from us, get down on your knees, and put your hands on your head," The guard ordered her, and Lexi sighed before she complied.

When she got on her knees, she was formulating a plan. Every second her brain was thinking, going though all possibilities. Now, Eurus had not only her, but her children as leverage against Sherlock and the others, but they still had a man on the outside, Mary. She had received the same text from Joanna that Lexi had and with any luck, Mary would go and get back up.

She heard the guards enter the cell through one of the panels more than saw them and she opened her eyes, breathing deeply as one of them roughly grabbed her right hand and twisted it behind her back, doing the same to the other one. Metal cuffs restrained her, and she was pulled to her feet, a fierce look on her face. The guard seemed worried for only a moment before he bundled her out of the cell. The other guard had his rifle aimed at her as they forced her into the lift.

She waited, knowing that she could get out of the cuffs at any time, but she was still playing a game, just as the others were. It didn't stop when she stayed behind. She was escorted to another room, inside of which was a bench and a shower and locked into the cell, a metal door between her way and freedom. She did as directed and backed up, her hands unlocked from the cuffs before the guards left her.

She quirked her head to the side, inspecting the folded clothes on the bench. There was a set of pants and long sleeve white shirt, exactly the same thing that Caradoc and Eurus were wearing, along with a towel, soap, and shampoo. A handwritten note, which she identified was from Eurus was on top. All it said was: "Get clean."

Lexi decided to do as directed and she kicked of her shoes, wondering if eyes were on her now. There was no camera in the room and only a little window on the door so she felt comfortable enough with getting out of her bloody clothes. She took her change of clothes and supplies and stepped behind the privacy wall before she stripped quickly and went over to the shower, turning it on and stepping under the hot spray.

She noticed as soon as she opened the shampoo bottle which had no label on it that it was the exact same brand she used at home. Of course, Eurus would know that. She had after all been in their flat, probably more than once. Lexi pushed away all that and stood under the steaming hot spray, washing the dried blood from her face and body. For a second with her eyes closed, she could almost see herself home with Sherlock and her babies, all of them safe. Then she opened them and knew she had work to do.

She shut the water of and quickly toweled try, slipping into the clean clothes she had been given, her towel like a turban around her wet hair. She put her shoes back on and decided to leave her clothes before she went and sat on the bench once more. She waited then for someone to collect her. She didn't wait long before the guards were back, directing her to leave the towel and stick her hands out through the hatch in the door.

She was recuffed and brought to a conference room which overlooked the cliffs, walls made out of glass and left to wait again, guards at the door. She zoned out, considering angles, possibilities of escape, wondering where her family was in the facility and what Eurus was up to. The door opened then, and a man walked in. He was older, bald and very calm.

"I'm Doctor Jeffries," He introduced himself, standing a few feet from Lexi. "Ms. Holmes has asked me to assess your injuries," He explained to her and Lexi raised her eyebrow at him, slightly surprised. "May I?" He asked her, gesturing if it was okay to come towards her.

"Fine," Lexi told him, wondering why Eurus cared if she was injured or not. All she cared about was her babies. "My babies, are they…?" Lexi asked him anxiously.

"Not to worry, they're both fine," The doctor assured her. "Quite safe," He added as he sat down beside her, putting his medical bag beside him. "I see that Dr. Watson reset your nose. I'll have to tape it up if you don't mind," Dr. Jeffries told her, and Lexi waved her hand.

"Do whatever you want," Lexi told him, sitting as still as a statue. He began seeing to her nose, humming as he taped it properly and Lexi wondered if he was just placating her or actually telling her the truth about her twins. When the doctor finished, he took an instant cold pack and cracked it before handing it to her. "Hold this to your jaw to help the swelling and here are two paracetamols for the pain," The doctor told her, offering her the two pills from a sealed package. She inspected them, reading the numbers on the pill, confirming that they were indeed paracetamol before she swallowed them dry.

"Very nice meeting you Mrs. Holmes," The doctor told her, packing up his things and leaving her alone once more.

She waited some more, holding the ice to her throbbing face and it wasn't long before a guard entered the room, carrying a paper cup and a styrofoam container from which she could smell something wonderful. He placed both in front of Lexi, before giving her a plastic spork and then he left. Lexi left the food untouched even though her stomach grumbled, unwilling to eat or drink anything they gave her when she didn't know what they had done to it. She was surprised when the next person to enter the room was Eurus herself.

"You're not eating," Eurus said, sounding disappointed ass she walked into the room and Lexi stood quickly. "I got it special for you, you know. Your favourite. Angelo's. I even got you sangria," Eurus told her, pouting a little. "Eat," Eurus told her, and Lexi raised an eyebrow at her. "It's not poisoned," Eurus assured her, sounding exasperated. "If I wanted to kill you, I already would have. See, I'll eat some first," Eurus told her, walking over to Lexi who remained, still and Eurus opened the container and made a face at the ravioli before she took the spork and nabbed one, popping it into her mouth. "See," She said before taking a sip of the sangria. "Perfectly safe."

"Eurus, what are you doing? What do you want?" Lexi asked her once friend and Eurus stared at her.

"I want you to eat," Eurus told her, taking a seat and Lexi lowered herself into the chair she had been occupying. "Then I want to talk. We have so much to talk about," Eurus said as Lexi pulled the container of food closer to her and picked up the spork. Eurus nodded at her and Lexi picked up a ravioli and ate it slowly.

"Where are my children?" Lexi asked and Eurus sighed in exasperation.

"So many questions. Why do we have to talk about that?" Eurus asked her and Lexi tilted her head to the side.

"What do you want to talk about then?" Lexi asked her, eating a little more to placate her. She picked up the cup and took a sip, not even tasting it at all.

"You," Eurus told her, and Lexi shook her head.

"Why not about you?" Lexi asked her and Eurus just blinked at her.

"Three years, I think you owe me an explanation," Eurus told her, her tone changing, and Lexi sighed, pushing the food away from her.

"You worried me. I thought I wasn't helping you by coming to see you. You got angry at me and told me you never wanted to see me again, so I did as you asked," Lexi told her calmly and Eurus shook her head.

"No, Mycroft wouldn't let you. Try harder," Eurus told her, and Lexi stood and started pacing.

"Yes, okay. Mycroft was using me to get you to behave. He didn't like what he saw the last time we spoke, and he ordered me never to talk about you, ask about you, or think about you again. He was using me too honestly because he never once told me that you were his sister. I don't know how I didn't figure it out. I mean, I met Sherlock and John three months later and you look a lot like Sherlock," Lexi told Eurus honestly and she smiled at Lexi.

"There, was that so hard?" Eurus asked her and Lexi sighed before sitting again.

"Eurus, if you wanted to see me or Sherlock, this didn't have to be the way you went about it. You didn't have to kill the governor or his wife," Lexi told the other woman firmly and Eurus stood, her expression cold.

"No one would listen to me," Eurus told her, and Lexi blinked slowly. Yes, that was the problem wasn't it.

"I'm listening to you," Lexi told her, and Eurus turned back to her.

"Now. You left me. You continued living your life and forgot all about me. You got married and had children and you left me here alone," Eurus accused her, and Lexi nodded in agreement.

"I did. And that was wrong. It really was, but I can't change the past Eurus. I'm here, right now, right in front of you for the first time. No glass, no barriers between us," Lexi told her as Eurus stepped towards her again. Lexi stood and took a few steps towards Eurus. "I'm here," Lexi told her as Eurus held up her left hand and Lexi did the same before Eurus reached towards her, her fingers slightly curled. Lexi closed the gap between them, and their fingers touched. Eurus stared at their hands in wonder before a smiled crossed over her face, an actual smile.

"We have so much to talk about," Eurus told Lexi who nodded before Eurus took Lexi by the hand and pulled her back over to their chairs forcing her to sit down. "Let's talk about Sherlock," She said, never once pulling her hand from Lexi's.

Sherlock walked along a narrow grey-walled corridor and turned into a room which was much smaller than the cell. He tried not to think about Lexi and his children, knowing that he had to trust Lexi and trust himself to get them through the rest of this. In the room, although also grey in colour, the walls had been messily daubed with red paint so that they looked like they were heavily covered with blood. Sherlock looked around as he walked deeper into the room, John, Mycroft, and Joanna following him.

"Someone's been redecorating," Sherlock remarked as he took in the room.

"Is that allowed?" John asked and Sherlock almost rolled his eyes at the army doctor. Everyone was putting on a brave face.

"She's literally taken over the asylum. We have more to worry about than her choice of colour scheme," Sherlock reminded them, and a grim look crossed the others faces.

The room was about twenty feet wide and at the far end there was a large window, made up of three panes of glass, looking out over the sea. A small glass table was a few feet from the window and there was an envelope on it. Mycroft ran his fingers over the paint on part of the wall.

"Barely dry. Recent," He informed them as Joanna made a face.

"You can still smell the fresh paint. She's been planning this," She remarked, and Mycroft hummed in agreement.

"It's for our benefit," Sherlock said as behind them, the door through which they had just come from slid shut, cutting them off completely from Lexi. That door was at the left of the back of the room and there was another one at the right-hand side. On the wall between the doors, a large screen now activated, and Eurus appeared on it.

"As a motivator to your continued co-operation, I'm now reconnecting you," Eurus told them, and she lifted the remote control and clicked it. Moriarty's voice came through over the speaker and his red-hued image appeared on the screen.

"Fasten your seatbelts! It's gonna be a bumpy night," Moriarty told them and there was a brief screech of static and then the little girl's voice came through to them once more.

"Are-are you still there? The nice woman. Are you there?" The little girl asked them, and Sherlock remembered what Lexi had said to him. Speak to her like she was his own daughter.

"Yes, hello?" Sherlock asked, but the little girl didn't respond immediately. "Hello. We're still here. Can you hear us?" Sherlock assured her.

In the plane, the girl was sitting on the floor in the aisle of the plane. The plane jolted constantly, either suffering turbulence or fighting against the automatic pilot. She continued to sound scared and tearful when she replied.

"Yes," The little girl confirmed. She had found a carton of juice somewhere and occasionally sipped from the straw as she spoke.

"Everything's gonna be all right. I just need you to tell me where you are. Outside, is it day or night?" Sherlock asked and the little girl sat up taller and looked towards the windows.

"Night," She answered him, and Sherlock nodded slightly.

"That certainly narrows it down to half the planet," Mycroft said tetchily, folding his arms. He reached for the back of his head as Joanna smacked him and glared at his wife. "Whatever was that for?" He demanded and Joanna glared back at him.

"You're a father, take a hint," Joanna told him, and Mycroft sighed as Sherlock continued his questions.

"What kind of a plane are you on?" Sherlock asked, glaring towards his brother as he spoke.

"Um, I don't know," The little girl told them, and John listened to Lexi's advise too as he spoke up.

"Is it big or small?" John asked her and Joanna smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"Big," The little girl told them, sipping on her juice as she tried to remain calm.

"Lots of people on it?" John asked her next and the little girl looked along the aisle. She had moved to the rear end of the front section of the plane. In front of her, the majority of the seats contained unconscious adults.

"Lots and lots, but they're all asleep. I can't wake them up," The girl told them, getting anxious again.

"Where did you take off from?" Sherlock asked her, trying to keep her focused.

"Even the driver's asleep," The girl told them, ignoring Sherlock's question.

"No, I understand; but where did you come from? Where did the plane take off?" Sherlock asked her, but he did not receive the answer he needed.

"My nan's," The little girl answered him, confused.

"And where are you going?" Sherlock asked her, a little exasperated.

"Home," The girl answered him, wondering how that would help.

"No, I mean what airport are you ...," Sherlock began, but there was a click as he spoke, and Eurus' image reappeared on the screen at the end of the room.

"Enough for now," She told them in a sing song voice, and she leaned close to the camera, her eyes wide. "Time to play a new game," She informed them, and Sherlock turned away from the screen in frustration. "Look on the table in front of you," She ordered them, sitting back in her chair. Sherlock and John were standing at either side of the glass table. Mycroft stood a few feet away with his arms still folded and Joanna was in between the two groups. "Open the envelope! If you want to speak to the girl again, earn yourself some phone time!" She ordered them more sternly and putting the pistol on the table, Sherlock picked up the envelope.

"This is inhuman; this is insane!" Mycroft exclaimed and Joanna turned to look at her husband.

"Mycroft, we know," John told him firmly, looking at him.

"That's kinda the point amante," Joanna added, and Mycroft lowered his eyes, looking exasperated. Sherlock opened the envelope and took out the contents ignoring his brother.

"Six months ago, a man called Evans was murdered; unsolved except by me," Eurus informed them as Sherlock started laying three glossy photographs side by side on the table. As Eurus continued to speak, a bright light came on at the end of a beam above Sherlock's head. He looked up and saw a hunting rifle resting in a rack which had been attached to the side of the beam. "He was shot from a distance of three hundred metres with this rifle," Eurus continued to explain as Sherlock stretched up and took down the gun. "Now, if the police had any brains, they'd realise there are three suspects, all brothers. Nathan Garrideb, Alex Garrideb and Howard Garrideb."

Sherlock who had been looking towards the screen while she spoke, now looked down at the photos spread out on the table. Each one was of a different man. The first, wearing grey trousers, a blue shirt, a brown corduroy jacket and glasses, was in an outdoor car park and the word "NATHAN" had been written on the picture; the second man, wearing a dark blue suit, was standing talking on his phone, perhaps in an office environment, and the photo was labelled "ALEX"; and the third man, wearing a white T-shirt and black jumper with a dark jacket and trousers, was walking near rocky cliffs and his picture was labelled "HOWARD". Above the three photos the envelope, laid face-up, had the word "EVANS" written on it.

"All these photos are up-to-date, but which one pulled the trigger, Sherlock? Which one?" Eurus asked and Sherlock studied the three photos.

"What's this? W-we're supposed to solve this based on what?" John demanded, looking towards the screen.

"This. This is all we get," Sherlock informed the army doctor while studying the photos. What he wouldn't give to have his wife with him. Not just so he knew she was safe, but because she always caught little things he missed.

"Please, make use of your friends, Sherlock. I want to see you interact with people that you're close to. Also, you may have to choose which one to keep," Eurus told him, and John frowned and glanced towards Mycroft and Joanna. Sherlock turned and held out the rifle in both hands, looking at his brother and his sister in law. It was not a modern rifle and much of it was made of dark wood and a telescopic sight was attached to the top.

"What do you make of it?" Sherlock asked his brother as he studied the rifle.

"Am I being asked to prove my usefulness?" Mycroft inquired and Joanna raised her brow at him.

"Yes, I should think you are," Sherlock quipped back.

"I will not be manipulated like this," Mycroft told his brother and Joanna shot him a glare before she stepped up to the table and began inspecting the photographs and the rifle up close.

"Fine. John? Joanna?" Sherlock asked and Sherlock turned to John, offering him the rifle while Mycroft bit his lip and turned his head away. "John?" Sherlock asked more firmly as Joanna bent over the table. John who had been looking at Mycroft now turned and took the rifle.

"Yeah, I think I've seen one of these. It's a buffalo gun," John offered up and he raised the rifle and aimed it towards the floor at the other end of the room, looking into the telescopic sight. "I'd say nineteen forties, old-fashioned sight, no crosshairs," John informed them, and Joanna reached for it. John handed it over to her as Sherlock looked down at the photos. Joanna inspected the weapon, bring proficient in almost every type of firearm.

"Glasses, glasses," Sherlock said, and he pointed to the first photograph. "Nathan wears glasses. Evans was shot from three hundred metres," Sherlock told them, and Joanna handed over the rifle as Sherlock beckoned for it and he raised the rifle and aimed it towards the opposite wall as if he was about to fire it. "Kickback from a gun with this calibre ...," Sherlock continued, and Joanna got exactly where he was going.

"Would have been massive. Most likely it would have broken his glasses which would be something hard to pass off. Too suspicious. He would have had cuts or bruises," Jonna told them as Sherlock lowered the gun and nodded at Joanna as if saying, "Bingo." He bent down and put his finger onto the photo of Nathan, tapping it a couple of times.

"No cuts, no scarring. Not Nathan, then," Sherlock told them, agreeing with Joanna and he turned the photo over. "Who's next?" He asked more to himself as he moved his fingers across to the next picture.

"Well done, Doctor Watson. How useful you are," Mycroft said sarcastically, and John looked up at him. "Do you have a suspicion we're being made to compete?" He asked and Joanna turned round on her husband, not liking his attitude at all. He wasn't making this situation any easier and it was his fault that Eurus was doing this. Not his entire fault, but he played a big part in this as well.

"Where is you head at, My? Because right now, you aren't helping. This is already a bad situation and you don't have to make this any worse," Joanna told her husband who met her angry gaze.

"No, we're not competing," John answered Mycroft, stepping towards him. "There's a plane in the air that's gonna crash, so what we're doing is actually trying to save a little girl. Today we have to be soldiers, Mycroft, soldiers ...," John told Mycroft firmly and Sherlock, who had been looking at the remaining photographs, lifted his head to watch John. "... and that means to hell with what happens to us," John added, and Sherlock lowered his head again while John walked away towards the other end of the table and Mycroft raised his eyebrows briefly.

"Your priorities do you credit," Mycroft told John genuinely.

"No, my priorities just got a woman killed," John shot back angrily, turning back to face Mycroft.

"That wasn't your fault John, not at all. Just because you couldn't murder a man, shot him in the back, does not mean it is your fault that Eurus killed his wife," Joanna told John firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing.

"Could you have done it?" John asked Joanna raising an eyebrow.

"You know that answer John. I don't have many morals. I have loyalty to those I love, however. I wouldn't have asked for his name and I wouldn't have comforted him. I would have shot him without a second thought. That doesn't make me stronger and you weaker. You are a good man John Watson and I am proud to call you a friend," Joanna told the army doctor who sighed as he listened to her admissions.

"Now, as I understand it, Sherlock, you try to repress your emotions to refine your reasoning. I'd like to see how that works, so, if you don't mind, I'm going to apply some context to your deductions," Eurus told them, interrupting their moment and there was a noise from behind them and they turned to look.

Outside the window three men dropped into view, each suspended from a rope attached to a harness. The ropes tightened and the men were left dangling in mid-air, each behind one of the three panes of glass. Their hands were bound in front of them with rope and white scarves were tied around their mouths. Each man had a large card hung around their neck with string. The cards fluttered in the wind as the men struggled against their bonds.

"Oh, dear God," Mycroft exclaimed as he took in the sight.

"Two of the Garridebs work here as orderlies, so getting the third along really wasn't too difficult," Eurus informed them as the four of them walked towards the window, staring out of it. "Once you bring in your verdict, let me know and justice will be done," Eurus told them, and they looked at the signs around the struggling men's necks which had their names on them.

"Justice?" Sherlock asked his sister, wary.

"What will you do with them?" John asked, not liking this situation.

"Early release," Eurus answered him, and Sherlock's eyes lowered towards the water below the men and he turned away from the window.

"You'll drop them into the sea," Sherlock said, getting where she was going with this.

"Sink, or swim," Eurus confirmed with a little smile on her face.

"They're tied up!" John exclaimed angrily, looking at the screen.

"Exactly! Now there is context," Eurus told them, sounding delighted and Sherlock laid the rifle on the table and bent to the photos, resting his hands on the glass at either side. "Please, continue with your deductions. I'm now focusing on the difference to your mental capacity a specified consequence can make," Eurus informed them, loudly clicking the 'k' on the last word.

"Why should we bother?" Mycroft asked angrily and John glanced back to the men outside the window. "What if we're disinclined to play your games, little sister?" Mycroft asked his sister who chucked, not very humorously.

"I have – if you remember – provided you with some motivation," Eurus reminded them and there was a click on the speaker.

"We're going through the clouds, like cotton wool," The little girl told them, frightened.

"And if that wasn't enough, I have Lexi and little Hamish and Hanna," Eurus said, cutting to a live feed of the twins, sitting on a blanket in a cell, screaming their heads off. "They're quite safe. For now," She added with a smile and Mycroft clasped his hands behind his head, lowering it in frustration. Sherlock, who had been bent over the table looking closely at the photographs, straightened up and closed his eyes as he spoke.

"Oh. That's nice. Try to tell me more about the plane," Sherlock asked the little girl and his sister at once.

"Why won't my mummy wake up?" The little girl asked, and the speaker clicked again. An image of water pouring down the screen at the end of the room had been on the screen, but now Eurus reappeared, and Sherlock lowered his head and moved his fingers across the photographs on the table.

"So, it's got to be one of the other two," Sherlock deduced in a soft and intense voice, going back to the task at hand and he turned and looked at the men outside the window. "Now, Howard," He said more loudly, and he walked closer and stared at the man on the left who had that name card around his neck. "Howard's a lifelong drunk. Pallor of his skin, terminal gin blossoms on his red nose ...," He deduced quick fire as he zoomed in on the man's face and then lowered his gaze to his hands "... and – terror notwithstanding – a bad case of the DTs."

Sherlock went to his mind palace, staging the scene. As Howard moved his finger towards the trigger, his hand was shaking. His face twitched as he tried to squint into the telescopic sight. He fired the rifle and the bullet flew in slow motion towards a man in a white T-shirt but missed and went past his head by quite a distance.

"There's no way he could have taken that shot from three hundred metres away," Sherlock concluded, and he walked across the window to face the man dangling between the other two. "So that leaves us with Alex," Sherlock continued, squinting at the man. "Indentations on the temples suggest he habitually wears glasses. Frown lines suggest a lifetime of peering," Sherlock deduced quick fire.

"He's shortsighted, or he was. His recent laser surgery has done the trick," Mycroft cut in and Sherlock glanced briefly at him.

"Laser surgery?" Sherlock inquired with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Look at his clothes. He's made an effort," Mycroft pointed out and Sherlock looked more closely at Alex's suit.

"That's very good," John encouraged them slightly.

"Maybe now he feels more confident with himself. He wants that promotion he keeps asking for. He wants to be noticed," Joanna added, and Sherlock nodded at her in agreement.

"Excellent Joanna. Suddenly he sees himself in quite a different light now that he's dumped the specs. Even has a spray tan. But he's clearly not used to his new personal grooming ritual," Sherlock explained softly and intensely as he looked at the man's dirty fingernails. "That can be told by the state of his fingernails and the fact that there's hair growing in his ears," He deduced quick fire, focusing on the left side of the man's head and the tufts of hair coming from his ear. "So, it's a superficial job, then," Sherlock explained, his tone becoming firmer. "But he got his eyes fixed. His hands were steady. He pulled the trigger," Sherlock concluded, and he turned to the screen, pointing back towards Alex. "He killed Evans," Sherlock informed his sister.

"Are you ready to condemn the prisoner?" Eurus asked Sherlock, making him wonder if he was right.

"Sherlock, we can't do this," Mycroft told his brother and Sherlock lowered his had and turned back towards the window.

"The plane, remember?" Sherlock reminded his brother who looked grim.

"Sherlock? Are you ready?" Eurus asked her brother more firmly and Sherlock turned his head a little as John turned to look at him. Sherlock bit his lip for a moment, then spoke softly.

"Alex," Sherlock confirmed for his sister.

"Say it. Condemn him," Eurus ordered Sherlock and looking grim, John turned to look at the man outside the window. "Condemn him in the knowledge of what will happen to the man you name," Eurus ordered once more and Sherlock turned to face the window, looking into Alex's face. He paused for a long moment getting his head together and making peace with his decision.

"I condemn Alex Garrideb," Sherlock told is sister, quietly but determinedly and instantly the ropes holding the other two men released and they plunged downwards out of sight while the four of them looked on in shock.

"Mind the gap," Moriarty said softly from the speakers.

"Congratulations," Eurus told them, and Sherlock closed his eyes briefly, and all four of them turned towards the screen. "You got the right one," Eurus congratulated them and as Sherlock walked slowly towards the screen, Eurus tilted her head towards the door to the right of the screen, which started to slide open.

"Now, time for another decision. Joanna is to stay behind. If not, I'll kill Lexi. I can always go and collect little Armillia was well if that isn't enough motivation," Eurus told them all with a smile.

"You even touch my baby and I will kill you with my bare hands," Joanna threatened, and Eurus laughed slightly at that.

"That would be fun!" She told Joanna before her face grew serious once more. "Tick toc, tic toc," She told them, and Moriarty came on the screen, repeating the words before Eurus flashed back on screen.

"It seems like we don't have much of a choice," Joanna told the others and Mycroft shook his head, walking over to his wife and holding her by the shoulders.

"You are not going anywhere," Mycroft told his wife firmly and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you see, amante? This is a game, her game and she wants to split us up. I would much rather go willingly than for her to decide we aren't playing by the rules. I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you three," Joanna told her husband, before reaching up and holding his face between her hands. "Go, keep playing the game. Like John said, we're soldiers now," Joanna told her husband who shook his head.

"I believe the saying is "Never leave a man behind,"" He told his wife and she smirked.

"You're not leaving me behind," She told Mycroft before hugging him close and whispering into his ear. "We have a better chance of me escaping if I go. You know that no prison can hold me," She told Mycroft and he hugged her tighter to him before letting her go.

"Very well," Mycroft said, surprising John and Sherlock who looked back up at them, having looked away to give them a moment.

"Go, that's an order, Captain Watson," Joanna told them, and John nodded before saluting her as Joanna did the same. "God speed and good luck," Joanna told then, and Eurus smiled on the screen.

"Now, go through the door," Eurus ordered the men and John walked towards the screen then.

"You dropped the other two. Why?" John asked Eurus, his voice quiet but angry.

"Interesting," Eurus said, looking curiously towards the camera.

"WHY?" John shouted at Eurus loudly and furiously.

"Does it really make a difference, killing the innocent instead of the guilty?" Eurus asked John and she looked down thoughtfully. "Let's see," She told them, and she stabbed a finger down onto the remote control lying on the desk. John turned to look out of the window just as Alex's rope released and he plunged downwards.

"The train has left the station!" Moriarty announced as his red-lit face appeared on the screen briefly.

"No. That felt pretty much the same," Eurus told John thoughtfully and Sherlock who had been walking towards the open doorway, turned back and walked to stand behind John who was staring towards the window, his teeth bared, breathing heavily.

"John," Sherlock said softly, and John turned to him, breathing harshly through his nose. "Don't let her distract you."

"Distract me?" John asked his best friend tightly.

"Soldiers today," Sherlock reminded him firmly and John looked at him for a couple of seconds, then straightened to his full height.

Captain Watson was back in the room. Sherlock glanced across to his brother who still looked disturbed by the whole business, then Sherlock turned and led the others to the door. Mycroft walked slowly, sighing and rubbing one hand tiredly over his forehead, looking back at his wife who smiled at him as they entered the next room.