Okay, problem. There is a curse in French, should I make this thing pg-13
or rated r?
Anyway, I can't wait, so I posted 2 chapters in one day. And please tell me
more about model-T, I think I made an inaccuracy.
She felt her stomach (which was the part that was wounded) and took a deep breath with pain. Then she rubbed her forehead and took a look around with bloodshot grey eyes, "Where the deuce am I?" Her voice was snappy and clear, even echoed in the small room. The three of us looked at her as if we saw a wooden doll came to life.
The situation must seemed ridicules to her, for she grimaced as she took a good look at us. The nurse was the first one to recover, amazingly. She said, "miss, you mustn't get up. You are hurt badly."
"Yes, Miss- " Mycroft dangled his hand in front of him. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't know who she was. So. why the special treatment?
"Finn, just Finn," she rubbed her nose with her right index finger and grimace again.
"Miss Finn, you were in a car accident yesterday. Do you recall any of the incident?" As I expected, she shook her head and nearly fainted with the action.
"Miss Finn, you must go back to sleep," The nurse ordered sternly. The child obeyed quietly and was fast asleep.
"Interesting specimen, Mycroft," I said as the guard closed the door behind me.
He blushed deeply and finally said what I wished him to for the past hour, "Mary, I know I shouldn't keep you in the dark, but this situation is delicate. It also concerns Sherlock. I don't want to reveal to you anything without his consent."
"What do you mean by that it concerns Holmes?" I was agitated, I'm afraid.
"Mary, you know about Lady Aline, right?"
Nathan's mother. Was it only last year that Nathan, Holmes, and I broke the most important case of the decade? It seemed a lifetime ago. I missed that tall boy. Ha! The tall man who was several years older than me, but still acted like a boy in front of his father. It was strange to think that I was his stepmother, very strange.
"You have seen pictures of her, right?"
I nodded.
"Do you. umm. detect any. umm. resemblance between her and Miss Finn?"
Merde. God, was I slow. Although none of the old black-and-white photos were clear and Alinere's hair was dark and brown, their faces and their expressions were very much alike.
One of Mycroft's secretaries came up to us as we walked back to the Stranger's Room. "Mr. Holmes," he said, "a telegram just arrived for you."
It ran: M SPAIN--- CASE. APOLOGIES TO R. URGENT. SH
This time, a good old Anglo-Saxon oath from me.
She felt her stomach (which was the part that was wounded) and took a deep breath with pain. Then she rubbed her forehead and took a look around with bloodshot grey eyes, "Where the deuce am I?" Her voice was snappy and clear, even echoed in the small room. The three of us looked at her as if we saw a wooden doll came to life.
The situation must seemed ridicules to her, for she grimaced as she took a good look at us. The nurse was the first one to recover, amazingly. She said, "miss, you mustn't get up. You are hurt badly."
"Yes, Miss- " Mycroft dangled his hand in front of him. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't know who she was. So. why the special treatment?
"Finn, just Finn," she rubbed her nose with her right index finger and grimace again.
"Miss Finn, you were in a car accident yesterday. Do you recall any of the incident?" As I expected, she shook her head and nearly fainted with the action.
"Miss Finn, you must go back to sleep," The nurse ordered sternly. The child obeyed quietly and was fast asleep.
"Interesting specimen, Mycroft," I said as the guard closed the door behind me.
He blushed deeply and finally said what I wished him to for the past hour, "Mary, I know I shouldn't keep you in the dark, but this situation is delicate. It also concerns Sherlock. I don't want to reveal to you anything without his consent."
"What do you mean by that it concerns Holmes?" I was agitated, I'm afraid.
"Mary, you know about Lady Aline, right?"
Nathan's mother. Was it only last year that Nathan, Holmes, and I broke the most important case of the decade? It seemed a lifetime ago. I missed that tall boy. Ha! The tall man who was several years older than me, but still acted like a boy in front of his father. It was strange to think that I was his stepmother, very strange.
"You have seen pictures of her, right?"
I nodded.
"Do you. umm. detect any. umm. resemblance between her and Miss Finn?"
Merde. God, was I slow. Although none of the old black-and-white photos were clear and Alinere's hair was dark and brown, their faces and their expressions were very much alike.
One of Mycroft's secretaries came up to us as we walked back to the Stranger's Room. "Mr. Holmes," he said, "a telegram just arrived for you."
It ran: M SPAIN--- CASE. APOLOGIES TO R. URGENT. SH
This time, a good old Anglo-Saxon oath from me.