-Let's talk, sister dear - Sherlock said.

He was at the clinic where Eurus was kept temporarly. The staff already knew he was coming, Mycroft made sure to let him through. She was in a private room in the psychology, guards before her door, cameras everywhere. The room contained a bed, 2 chairs and a table. No window.

His sister sat in one of the chairs, looking at the white wall before her. She wasn't looking at Sherlock. She just stared out of her head, like Mycroft said, "like she wasn't even there". He was so confident back then, saying he will find a way to talk to her, but he wasn't so sure about himself anymore.

Sherlock pulled the other chair closer to her and sat down in front of her. He looked in her eyes, trying to see any form of reaction.

-Let's not waste my time. - he tried, but no reaction from her sister.

He had a theory about what could happen to her sister. He was sure she's either lost, or hiding in her " mind palace" or whatever the hell she calls it. He knew the feeling. There was times when he would just wanted to stop the world and time, and he would stay in his mind palace, building rooms that would fit his benefits, or even deconstruct rooms, until he felt nothing, and he liked the feeling of nothing. No deduction, no observation, just nothing.

When he was in his mind palace, he wouldn't talk to anyone for days, he wasn't thinking about coming back, until he felt ready for it.

So he wasn't sure how to bring his sister back. Talking wouldn't bring her back. And he needed those answers.

-You're a difficult one, aren't you?-he was thinking out loud.-Always giving me a hard time.

"What could bring her back, what would bring ME back, if i was in her place?"

He knew pain would. It was an easy answer. But that's out of question.

-I'm here now but you're not listening to me- he said while he stood up and started to walk in circles. Then he walked to her and stared into her eyes face to face.

Then suddenly she stared back and started to laugh. Sherlock jumped back a little, his heart skipped a beat. It was an eerie laugh, it broke the silence in the room. After a few seconds she stopped laughing and stood up, staring at Sherlock.

-Having fun?- he asked.

-More than you can imagine.- she smiled.- What were you thinking? Me, having a meltdown? I'm the real sociopath between us, brother dear. Now tell me, did you enjoyed my little game made just for you, last night?

-It was bleeding from mistakes- he said

-Interesting. You mean the part when you should have shot Mycroft? "Holmes killing Holmes" We knew you wouldn't do that. The gun was empty, it only had one cartridge and it was for the director's suicide. Yes, I knew he will kill himself in order to save his wife. So sad she died anyway- She smiled.

Sherlock swallowed. He wasn't expecting this kind of response. He knew his sister was different, but this was something else.

-What's the point of this, Eurus? You could have contact me before, but instead you came to me as a client, in disguise.

- You're the dumbest one, Sherlock.How can you not understand? - she laughed.

-Then explain it. - he said.

- Oh, don't make me explain everything. That would spoil the fun. I helped you remember Readbeard, now it's up to you to remember everything else.

-I'm tired of this stupid game. - he said.

-But Sherlock, I just started - she said. -Did you got the message?

-Moriarty's dead, you can't change that.

-What if I met him before you even knew him?

-Impossible- he said. He was sure that this was a bluff.

-Why? I'm rather sure about it. -she smiled. Sherlock's mind was working hard to put the pieces together, to analyse all of the "what if's" but he had to admit that this was a possibility too.

-It wouldn't change the fact that he's dead- he stated exhausted. -I saw it.

-Well, I think you're the one bleeding from mistakes, not my plan. -she smiled- I'm a little dissapointed, Sherlock.When did you became so emotional?

-Stop your stupid games Eurus. The last night, it was your cry for help, the girl on the plane, it was all because you wanted me to acknowledge you. So stop this game. I can help you, and you don't need to do this anymore. You shouldn't be in a clinic, you should... You should come home. -he said.

-Home? I don't have one. And I don't need one neither. I could get any house if I wanted to.

-I did not meant "home" for a place. You have a family, Eurus. We can make everything work again.

-You was always the funnier, Sherlock.Dumbness is funny. -she said.- Let me tell you a secret. Do you remember Readbeard right? He screamed your name for days in that well. It was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing. But after a while he stopped screaming so I throw stones at him to move. It wasn't raining for weeks, Sherlock, it was summer. He did not drown. He starved to death. And all he could tell was "Sherlock save me". Where were you Sherlock? Why didn't you saved him?

Sherlock was feeling sick. He couldn't breath, altough he wanted to. But it was like he forgot how to. He gasped for air, but he couldn't breath in any. He grabbed his chest, and felt his heart was beating really fast.

-Oh, don't tell me you're having a panic attack - she laughed.

Sherlock was on his knees now, trying to breath. He felt everything was spinning, and his vision was blurry.

" Where was I?" he asked himself.

-You're so weak, brother dear. -she stepped closer to Sherlock. - Caring is not an advantage. I thought you learned the lesson by now. Don't you remember? I made you wrote these words down until your hand was all red and you could't move it anymore. You was screaming when Mycroft came in. I thought you were laughing too.

Suddenly the room's door opened and the security ran in. They saw the camera recording showing Sherlock lying on the ground and they rushed in to help. They helped him out of the room, but Sherlock could hear Eurus laugh behind him.

They sat him down on a chair, and they went to get a doctor for him, although he tried to tell them it's not necessary, but the word's wasn't coming out from his mouth, and his heartbeat was still rather fast, so he sat in the chair, trying to calm down.

He felt quilty, and it made him sick.

His head was in his hands, thoughts running through his mind. He did not felt like the great Sherlock Holmes. He felt weak and stupid. He didn't know what to belive anymore. He can't bring Victor back. He knows nothing sure about Moriarty anymore. And Eurus? He can't change her. He didn't see the point of trying to keep himself together. He could't save Readbeard, neither his sister. Then what could he do? And he felt something he never did before, or at least almost never: shame. He felt shame, because he failed at almost everything.

He stood up, he needed fresh air, and he needed to get away before a doctor shows up. He got out of the hospital as fast as he could. He didn't know where he should go, or what should he do. He was walking away, smoking a cigarette, when he heard his phone ringing. He checked, and it was Mycroft's number. He was the last person he would want to talk now so he put the phone away. He needed something to calm down. And he knew what.

John was sitting in his chair home, reading a book, altough he wasn't concentrating. He was thinking about last night, and the Holmes family. He felt he should call his sister, "Harry" just to make sure she's alright. "To make sure she doesn't end up like Eurus" he thought.

The phone was ringing and he almost dropped the book from his hands. He felt quilty for thinking about the Holmes family the way he did.

He checked the screen and it was a text message from Mycroft.

Help me find Sherlock.

Tonight's a danger night.

-MH