The door rang as Sherlock, John and Rhys entered.

"Antiques... Nothing scares me more..." Rhys mumbled, shivering when he came into contact with a taxidermy.

The shop owner beamed at them, making her way over with her arms wide. "How can I help you, fine gentlemen, today?"

Sherlock donned a dazzling smile, clasping his hands together. "We're looking for a gift for my dear aunt. She's recently moved and unfortunately, a couple of the movers ruined her curtains and carpet and they were heirlooms..."

The woman frowned in sympathy. "Oh dear. I've had the same problems with these van removal people. They broke my vase once! Do you have a photo of how they look so we can get something similar?"

John took the enhanced photo from before, handing it over to the woman.

"Oh, sweet children! Is that you?"

Sherlock faltered slightly. "Oh, yes. My cousin and I, in fact. We've always remembered the curtains and carpet."

She smiled, nodding before going off to search for the items.

"What makes you so sure it's here?" Rhys asked.

"There are only twenty of this kind of style in the world. This woman had all of them since it was her husband who embroidered them thirty years ago before his tragic death in a car accident. If we ask her who from the Coopers bought it the first time, we'll be able to trace our missing curtain and carpet from there."

John shook his head. "I still do not get it but I've learned now not to question your methods."

The woman returned, a rolled up material under her armpit. "Here's the curtain. The last carpet was actually bought a week ago."

Sherlock turned to John with a condescending smile, enough to make his friend roll his eyes. "Oh. Well, I guess it doesn't matter too much. I will probably just get her a modern carpet and curtain set instead if that is limited."

"I hope she likes it. Seems like she was too fond of this style."

"I don't know when she bought it exactly."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "I can check for you?"

Sherlock gasped, smiling brightly. "You will? Oh, thank you. It was thirty years ago."

"I've got paper records from then, not to worry."

She gestured for them to follow her to the checkout desk, collecting a large binder full of old pages. She scanned through the sheets and stopped at the right time. "Name?"

Sherlock stumbled, turning to face his associates. He was about to answer when Rhys stepped in instead.

"Eloise Cooper."

The woman clicked her tongue and nodded. "Yeah, right here. Seems like she was a frequent buyer. Bought an original dining set as well. You know what? Someone with the same surname came in asking for the same carpet and curtain last week. They'd bought the last carpet."

"Who was it?" John asked.

"You British folk get straight to it, don't you?" She chuckled, logging into the server of her computer. "A Harold Cooper. He also talked of Eloise."

Sherlock feigned a sigh of relief. "He must be surprising her. He always likes to get one up on me, my dear cousin, Harold."

"I'm guessing you British migrated here to the States?"

"Oh no. We're living in the UK," he gestured to them three. "But we're here for my aunt's birthday. She lives here as well as my cousin who recently returned back here despite being born and bred in England by his father. My uncle's and my aunt's marriage didn't last too long."

The woman. "Ah, well there must be another gift you can get her?"

His phone bleeped. "Now, that is my backup gift. Thank you very much for your time... Greta."

Greta beamed, waving them out of the shop.

"Twenty minutes for a roundabout thing?" Rhys mumbled, getting into the car. "You owe me a coffee. I hate taxidermies..."

Sherlocked shrugged. "Grew up with them."

"Is Greta sure that it was Harry? Why didn't you ask for CCTV footage?" John asked.

"There is none. Not in the store at least but look over there." He discreetly nudged his head to the direction of the next door gas station. "Four cameras, two functioning and one of them have direct view of this store. I'll call Mycroft."

...

Molly hummed. "Uh, Em?"

"Yes?" Emilia asked, sipping on her iced tea as she continued to drive through the streets of Florida, trying to find a way to Molly's house without the use of a SATNAV.

"Can you take a detour to the hospital. This one in fact?" She asked, typing the address in the SATNAV.

Emilia chuckled, placing her drink down in the cup holder to use both hands to make a U-Turn. "Why?"

"Because these babies want to come. They want to come now." Molly replied as calmly as she could.

Emilia's eyes widened as she cursed lightly under breath, apologising once she saw Molly's disapproving glare. "Okay, breathe through the contractions and count-"

"I know what to do!" Molly squealed, gripping the armrest.

"Of course you do... Do you want me to call someone? Anyone?"

Molly's eyes narrowed. "If you mean Sherlock then no. He's in London, anyway."

Emilia nodded. "Yeah... he is. So, big brother then?"

"Mycroft's in France."

"You know this because?"

Molly winced. "I spoke to your sister."

"Huh. You know Anthea?" Emilia gripped the wheel as she went around a roundabout. "We're quite estranged you know? I haven't even got her number."

"I know," Molly breathed out. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as she went through another contraction. "It's too early. I'm seven months gone!"

Emilia frowned when she realised that it was true. Indeed, only seven months. "Maybe it's Braxton Hicks?"

"These feel too real..." Molly shook her head. "Your sister is Mycroft's assistant."

"Huh. She always did need a man to keep her grounded despite being the older sister."

Molly shrugged, opening her eyes. "She's wonderful. She's been a great help to me throughout the years."

"I miss her."

"Why did you guys end up becoming estranged?"

Emilia kept her eyes on the road. "My husband. She despised him because he was from a wealthy background. His parents used and abused people just like they did to their eldest son's wife once they found out she had money. She was afraid of me getting hurt but I still chose him. He never spoke to his parents after the day we married. He solely loved me but by then, Anthea had disappeared. Just like when we were kids."

"She came back?"

"Only briefly. Told me her boss told her about my husband's family. She wanted to warn me but she knew the damage between us was too great. Estranged as children affected us."

The pain suddenly stopped and Molly frowned. "You were right."

Emilia smiled. "Told you."

"You're always right and I hate that," Molly grinned.