Apr 15, 2013
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"Terry! Hey man, it's been ages since I last saw you. How're you feeling?"
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munchausenboy started following you.
"Terry! Hey man, it's been ages since I last saw you. How're you feeling?"
+munchausenboy
Hello, Terrance. Have you seen your father recently? If you do, tell him to stop pestering me to take on government cases.
munchausenboy started following you
Oh, God; Mycroft's son. If Wilfred didn't do a good job, he'd be out of a job for sure. That, or they'd expose him for the supernatural he was. Don't screw this up, don't screw this up, he kept telling himself.
"Well, if it isn't the young master Holmes." The doctor commented, glancing down at the file he'd dug out from his records. "What is it I can do for you today, my boy?"
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Cecelia sat in her brothers chair, the newspaper laid out on her lap and she scanned it for something interesting. Her brother always left the crossword for her when she was coming round because Monday's were lunch days and he was always late. Not that she minded, their conversations only ever included topics like how much money she was spending unwisely, how much she was drinking and if she's seen the therapist lately. She wasn't really expecting the door to open so that's why she jumped but she smiled, reconsigning the boy. "Terrance Holmes... now there's a face I only see in pictures."