"Eight hundred and eighty seven times eight hundred and eighty eight."

"Eight times eight is 64. So that gives us seven one zero four. We've got one zero in the first and two in the second for seven eight eight five four four take one off and we've got seven hundred and eighty seven thousand, six hundred and fifty six."

John turned around the calculator to Sher direction. It showed the number 787656, just as she said.

"I never saw you doing that." He told Sherlock.

"When I was young Mycroft tested me with math problems." Sher explained. "As I grew older, the calculations became more complicated."

"And yet he told you nothing of deduction?" Sherlock asked, amazed.

"Thinking back that probably would have been the better thing to do," she replied, "but I like the numbers. They're easier to understand than people."

"Do you want more numbers?" John asked her.

"No," She said, "You pick easy ones."

"These are the easy ones?" He asked with a smile.

"They're too similar to each other." Sherlock explained. "Here, try this. Two hundred and forty nine times six hundred and eighty four."

Sher sighed. "I'll just play on the base of two hundred fifty and reach one hundred and seventy one thousand, take one off and you're left with..." a moment's pause and then: "one seven zero three one six."

"Correct again!" John declared and Sher smiled proudly.

Though he could see John's astonishment and Sher's pride, Sherlock couldn't bear to stay in the room. He walked out in the excuse of searching for tea and luckily, neither of them pointed out that there's tea in the room. Once he's out, he sat on a chair and thought what need to be done next.

Sher is completely broken. Though hiding it very well from John and the doctors, once she's alone with Sherlock she let herself take the mask off.

She is sad for the loss of a person she loved and thought he loved her back. She's hurt by all the lies Mycroft had told her and though she hates him now, she still care about him. Her body is healing, but her mind is a wreck and she doesn't have the tools for fixing it, and neither do Sherlock.

When he came back into the room, Sher was sitting on her bed, negotiating with John. Sherlock stood next to the bed and listened, and as he did he realized it was no negotiation. It was John trying to convince Sher who was stubbornly unconvinced.

"I will not talk to the Scotland Yard." She said, and John sighed.

`"It's been a week, Sher." He said. "If you won't do it soon, it will be invalid."

"Like it would make a difference." She said. "You won't get him. He's too smart for it."

"It will help you to talk about it," John insisted.

"I'm talking about it with you two."

"That's not enough." John sighed. "Sher, what you went through... it's not something to deal with alone. If you won't talk to the Yard, talk to Mycroft." He tried.

"Or," she replied, "I will talk to neither. You can't force me to talk."

John looked at Sherlock, asking for his help.

"If you will talk to the Yard," Sherlock said, "I will make sure they will let you out of the hospital."

Sher's face lightened. "Can you do that?" She asked him. "Can he do that?" She asked John.

"No, he can't." John replied and added, "Sherlock you can't control it. She is hospitalized. It's not something you can change."

"I'm her father." Sherlock said. "I can change whatever I want. And besides," he added seeing John's upcoming argument, "she's healthy. Her wounds are healing. There is no need for her to stay here any longer. She should never had stayed longer than a night anyway."

All of them knew it was Mycroft who kept her in the hospital, where even if she won't let him see her He can still get updates on her status from his men outside the door.

"Sherlock." John said. "You can't do it. He won't let you do it."

"As if I care." Sher said, answering in three stead of her father. "I don't understand how he stopped me from leaving so far. I'm a grown woman, he shouldn't be able to have so much control over me."

She stared at John with a look that can kill and he had no choice but giving up.

"Alright," he said, "but let me tell you this - he is not going to like it."