It must have been several hours later that the bag was ripped from my head, I'd been dosing, but the sound of footfalls had woken me. I carefully kept my breathing shallow and steady, only reacting as I was plunged into light. I was surprised that my hands were free to move, but was still on edge. I was sat on a reclining chair in the middle of an empty room, a bag having only just been removed from my head, every nerve in body screamed danger.

As I squinted around the room a tall man walked out of the shadows, dressed in a posh 3-piece suit, carrying a black umbrella, he strolled towards me across the room.

"Mr Holmes the senior, I presume" I greeted him, struggling to stand up.

"Do sit down, Doctor" he drawled smiling, but I stood up anyway.

"What do you want from me?" I challenged

"What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?"

"I….I don't have one…I met him" I look at the natural light coming in from a light grid behind the man "yesterday"

"And since then you've saved his life and agreed to move in with him, should I be expecting a happy announcement by the end of the week?"

I stared at him for a moment, "So you're going to let me see him again then?"

"Evidently" he stared at me for a moment, "You don't see very afraid?"

"You don't seem very frightening"

"Argh yes the bravery of the soldier, bravery is by far the kindest world for stupidity don't you think?"

"Are we done here?" I ask him stepping forward "It's just I'd like to check on my patient"

"Yes, of course" He rested his hand briefly on the bridge of his nose "If you are intending to continue your association with my brother I could provide you with a modest sum to ease your way"

"Why?"

"Because you are not a wealthy man, and my brother does seem rather found of you"

"We will live here?" I ask him hesitantly

"For the time being"

"You'll provide food and shelter?"

"Yes"

"Then I can't see why I would need anything else?"

"Nothing?" He asks me, coming close enough that I can smell his expensive cologne "I could find out who you are; I could spare resources to your mystery, would you like that?"

I close my eyes, of course I want that, who wouldn't want that, but my priority is Sherlock.

"The only thing I will ask you, is to let me care for your brother, for as long as he wants me to"

"Okay, if that's what you want" he pulled out a notepad from his jacket pocket "Your doctors called you John Smith?"

"Yes"

"Well Doctor Smith, welcome to mad world of Sherlock Holmes."