The man I found, was definitely who I expected him to be. He stood up and walked towards me. His blue eyes cutting through me. He adjusted his blue tie as he spoke. "John Watson. Ah! It's so easy to find your weak spots. Long time no see." Said him, sitting down again, helping himself a cup of freshly brewed tea. He then added. "For a moment I thought you had re-joined my younger brother." He smiled at me, mixing tea and sugar with a spoon. How had he found Sherlock's mobile? I frowned as the question came up in my mind. He frowned back. "What is it, Watson?" I shook my head and with a whisper said his name. "Mycroft." He smiled, nodding. "Yes. That's my name. Or so they say." Added with a shrug of his shoulders. "Why, Mycroft? Why would you play with someone's feelings like that? Claiming you are who you're not?" I sighed, closing my eyes, fighting the tears. Wishing it was just one more nightmare. That I'd be waking up soon still in my bed, with a glass of whiskey on the bedside. But it was real. Every cell of my body was convincing me it was real. "Because you see, John. That's what I do." He grinned, taking a sip from one of Sherlock's old cups. "Actually, I wanted to make sure you are still fine and you haven't given up yet. I know my little brother was so important to you. And I'll admit you were important to him as well." A lighting lit up the room, before the electricity went off. I looked for a candle, as he still spoke. "And there wasn't no other possible way to see you again. You wouldn't had followed Anthea in a car once again. And you wouldn't had accepted to meet me in some public place. You don't go out that much, do you?" He nodded to himself, taking his umbrella. "So what was better than faking to be Sherlock? You surely would had run to this place to meet your lovebird." I lit up a candle. He wore his overcoat and nodded in farewell. "Mr. Watson." He made his way to the door. I had no strength to talk back. Every word I wanted to say, kept struggling to make its way out, with no result. Finding Mycroft there instead of Sherlock had blocked my atoms. "Not so fast, Mycroft." A voice said from downstairs. His pale blue eyes were glowing in the dark, lit up by short lightings. That voice, I could recognize it among a crowd. Mycroft widened his eyes so similar to those glowing in the dark, at the end of the stairs. I froze and threw myself on the couch, staring at the wide nothing. My face lit up by the candle next to me. He was really back. I wasn't that wrong in the end. Mycroft breathed in, as if he wanted to talk, but he didn't say a word. His umbrella fell off his hands as the owner of the pale blue eyes made his way upstairs taking each step slowly, so slowly it seemed an eternity. The umbrella rolled over at my feet. Mrs. Hudson lost control of her cup of tea. It fell to the floor, breaking into a million little pieces, tea stains on the floor and the walls. As soon as the man arrived at the top of the stairs, right to the front door where Mycroft and I were, I was now staring at him. 6.04 ft. Curly hair. Pale blue eyes. Same dark blue scarf. His black suit, white shirt, covered by his coat. Two tone-black and grey gloves made from 100% leather. Black leather shoes. Regular Sherlock. A part from the fact last time I had seen Sherlock, was while he was face down the sidewalk. Mycroft thought he couldn't afford a confront with his no-more-dead brother. He managed to get his umbrella and ran off, taking his hat off in farewell at a still shocked Mrs. Hudson. He then got into Anthea's car and commanded to drive away. Sherlock took his coat and gloves off, placing them on the hanger, so naturally. Of course he hadn't come back from the Afterlife. He had always stayed alive. It was me who found it all so bloody strange. Sherlock poured himself some tea in a cup and sat on the couch. Hand in hand as he usually does when he thinks. I did nothing but stare. I didn't know what to say or what to do. The electricity came back. We both blew on the candle and that made me giggle a bit. He showed a hint of a smile. "John." He finally said, I looked up at him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, was real. "Have you seen some gh… oh wait. It feels like that, doesn't it?"