"Molly, I'm going to Baker Street. I think you should accompany me. I don't like you being alone if there is any chance my sister is in fact walking the streets." Mycroft said.

"Alright. If that will make you feel better." Molly agreed.

Mrs. Hudson ushered them upstairs. Mycroft stood by the chair with Molly behind him.

"You have to sit in the chair. They won't talk to you unless you sit in the chair. It's the rules." Mrs. Hudson said from the door.

"I'm not a client." Mycroft said.

"Then get out." Sherlock said.

"Mycroft, just sit down." Molly whispered with a hand on his shoulder. He grudgingly sat down.

He gestured to Mrs. Hudson. "Is she going to stay there?"

Sherlock nodded for her to go. "Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked.

"Thank you."

"Kettle's over there."

Molly began to walk toward the kitchen. "I'll just make some tea then."

"What are you going to do now? Make deductions?" Mycroft asked.

"You're going to tell the truth. Pure and simple." Sherlock said.

"Who was it that said: 'the truth is rarely pure and never simple.'?"

"I don't know and I don't care. Why don't I remember my sister?" Sherlock asked.

"This is a private matter." Mycroft said.

"John stays."

"This is family."

"That is why John stays!" Sherlock yelled.

Molly walked in with tea on a tray. She could sense the tension in the room. She poured tea for all of them and served it.

"Thank you, Molly. Superb tea as always." Sherlock said.

"I feel like I should go." Molly said. "This is a private conversation I shouldn't be interfering with."

"No! Please stay, Molly." Mycroft said.

"Ok." Molly agreed. Mycroft held her hand as her told Sherlock most of the story of Euros Holmes.

There was the sound of singing. That song Euros used to sing. A drone entered the flat with a silver motion sensor bomb.

"Oscar Wilde said that the truth is rarely pure and never simple. The importance of being Ernest. We did it in school." John said.

"So did we. I was Lady Bracknel."

"You were great." Sherlock said.

"You were in a play?" Molly asked.

"Yes I was. I enjoyed it."

"Lady Bracknel, really?" Molly asked.

"Indeed."

"Lovely."

"Ok. John and I will take the windows. Mycroft, you take Molly downstairs and get Mrs. Hudson out too." Sherlock said.

"Me?"

"You're closer."

"You're faster."

"Good luck, boys."

They moved quickly. John and Sherlock jumped out the windows in time. The explosion propelling them out of the window. Mycroft and Molly were halfway down the stairs when the bomb detonated. He jumped down the stairs with Molly wrapped in his arms to shield her from the blast. The smoke began to clear away and Mycroft checked to see that Molly was ok.

"Molly, are you alright?" He asked. Molly coughed on the smoke but nodded in the affirmative. She looked up at him.

"You're hurt." She said.

"So are you." He wiped blood from a cut on her cheek.

"Well then, I'll just have to fix you up."

"Please do, Dr. Hooper." Mycroft smiled.

Turns out Mycroft's injuries were worse than Molly's. His entire back had been burned. She allowed Mycroft to tend to her cut but then she bandaged his back after putting burn gel on it.

"There, all better." Molly kissed the bandages. "I appreciate your protecting me, but maybe next time try not to get yourself injured."

"I'll do my best, my dear."