A film noir, that was made in the 40s or 50s, plays and is set in the office of a private investigator. The investigator stands with his back to his desk and in front of him is a typical femme fatale holding a cigarette.

"You know I could arrest you?" He said.

"What for?" The woman asked.

"Wearing a dress like that " said the investigator, pointing at her dress.

"Would you like me to take it off?" The woman asked him, suggestively.

"Then I'd really have to press charges." The man said with a smirk.

"Press away." The woman said.

Mycroft sits in his chair, left elbow on the arm and his fingers propping his head up, smiles and mouths the investigators line everytime he speaks.

"Isn't that how they got started?" The woman asked.

"Who?" The investigator asked.

"Adam and Eve." The woman replied.

"Oh, them." said the Investigator.

Mycroft continues to smile at the film as he picks up his glass and begins to drink from it. As he continues watching the film, the footage glitches for a second.

It showed a yellowed image of a family of two adults and two children sitting in what looks like a beach, then the footage returns to the film. Mycroft frowns at this when it suddenly glitches again for a little longer this time.

The yellowed image returns but then zooms in towards one of the children, a young overweight boy, about eleven years old. Then the screen briefly returns to the woman from the movie, then flicks over to a close up of the fat boy smiling at the camera, then returns to movie.

Mycroft sits up and turns around to look at the film projector. He doesn't see anything that would cause this so he turns back, reaching over and stub out a little cigarette in an ashtray. Then he faces the screen again when it glitches again and the boys smiles quirkerly into the camera.

Now the footage jumps quickly back and forth between the professional movie and the home movie. In the home movie, a beach ball bounces across to a younger boy, about four years old, who has a mop of brown curly hair. The camera pulls up and the mother stand up and waves.

Mycroft, puzzled about all of this, can't help but smile at the sight.

The father kneels down to the older son who is holding a plate piled high with sandwiches and an apple, and is taking a bite from the sandwich. The father says something to the boy but he pulls the plate protectively closer to him. The footage cuts to the parents sitting in their deckchairs as the father beckons to the younger boy; then it cuts to the younger boy piling on top of the older one.

Mycroft can't help but smile as the footage cuts to a far shot of the parents and their two sons waving into the camera, then briefly the screen goes white and jagged writing appears reading:

I'M BACK

before the family continues to wave at the camera. The footage keeps glitching between the home video to the movie until it switches back to the white screen and the I'M BACK message reappears before the footage dissolves.

Mycroft stares at the screen in shock while, behind him, the last of the film tape spools off the end of the reel. Mycroft stands and stares at the now blank screen in front of him.
After a moment he walks to a nearby door and takes hold of the handle and tries to open the door, but it won't budge. He takes hold of the handle with both of his hands and struggles to open it but to no avail.

"Mycroft." A female voice whispers in the room behind him.

He turns and walks a few paces back, looking up to the ceiling when he hears footsteps running across the room upstairs.

The film continues to rattle off noisily on the projector as he hears a sound behind him.

Mycroft turns to look as the door noisily creaks open and he slowly walks through the doorway and stops on the other side, where the door rapidly shuts behind him. He turns to look at it, then the sound back at the sound of electric fizzing noises.

The lights in the hall in front of him flicker and then go out with a loud pop. He walks slowly forward to where his umbrella is in a stand at the side of the hall. Taking it from the stand he holds it in both hands and sharply pulls it apart, revealing a sword blade attached to the handle. Dropping the fabric to the floor, he switches on a torch of his phone and walks slowly forwards, breathing harshly.

As he turns to look into an open door, a small figure of a girl, wearing a dress and long white socks and her dark hair tied in two long ponytails either side of her head, runs across the hall further along. She disappears into the darkness as the clock starts to chine.

Frowning, Mycroft turns towards the other end of the hall and when he turns around again the girl is back, standing facing him in the shadows beside the stairs. He walks slowly towards her as the voice whispers. "Mycroft."

Mycroft gets closer to the child and shines a light on her. But it's not a child at all, it's a mannequin with a blank white face, wearing the same dress and socks and a dark wig with ponytail.

"Why do they you come out and show yourself? I don't have time for this." Mycroft said as he turns around again.

"We have time, brother dear. All the time in the world." The voice said as the girl bursts out of the darkness and runs up the stairs.

Mycroft turns and chases after the girl but then slows down on the half-landing. He turns and walks up to the next flight and tucks his phone into his pocket.

"Mycroft!" The voice said in a sing-song way as Mycroft walks slowly along the hallway.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"You know who!" The voice replied still in a sing-song way.

He shakes his head as he says. "Impossible."

"Nothing's impossible. You of all people know that." said the voice as Mycroft passes a painting of a large country house and now reaches a portrait of a historical male figure.

As he looks at it, blood starts to pour from the eyes and from the side of the mouth. He walks further along the hallway to the next portrait, this one of a woman, which also has blood coming from the eyes and mouth, running down the picture. "Coming to get you!" The voice said as the helmet from a suit of armor is tossed across the hall and it crashes noisily to the floor behind Mycroft. "There's an East Wind coming, Mycroft! Coming to get you!" The voice said.

"You can't have got out! You can't!" Mycroft said as he backs away, his eyes widen in fear.

From a side turning further along the hallway, a clown in full costume and make up leans out into view. Slowly leaning over sideways until he straightens up and steps into the hallway.

As Mycroft stares in disbelief, the clown reaches across to the suit of armor and pulls it's sword from the sheath and holds it beside himself, pointing the tip towards Mycroft. Trying to look determined, Mycroft raises his own sword in front of him, points the tip towards the ceiling, then lowers it and whips the blade in front of him a few times.

Pointing it towards the clown, he starts to move forward slowly while the clown makes a 'bring it on' movement with his hand. Mycroft takes another step forward then takes a handkerchief from his pocket and clamps it around the base of his balde, twists it off the handle and aims the small gun attached to the end of the handle at the clown. He pulls the trigger but the gun just clicks.

"No use, Mycroft." The voice said as Mycroft pulls the trigger against but it only clicks. "There's no defence.....and nowhere to hide." The voice said and the clown roars and charges towards him. Mycroft cringes back, turns around and pelts down a nearby flight of stairs.

Running into the hall downstairs, he hurries to the nearby door and tries to open it but they're locked. The clown stops on the upstairs landing and watches him over the bannisters. Mycroft turns and looks as a shadowy figure walks past three nearby upper windows.

Upstairs someone pushes through heavy curtains over one of the entrances to the landing. That someone was none other than Sherlock Holmes, complete with his coat and deerstalker. He stops at the landing and looks across to the clown. "Sherlock? Help me!" Mycroft begged.

Sherlock raises his right thumb and forefinger to his mouth and do let's out a piercing whistle and all the lights come on. "Experiment complete. Conclusion: I have a sister." Sherlock said as the clown looks down at Mycroft, who is staring around in shock.

"This was you? All of this was you?" Mycroft asked, angrily.

"Conclusion two: my sister--Eurus, apparently--has been incarcerated from an early age in a secure institution controlled by my brother." Sherlock said as Mycroft raises his hands and press the palms against his eyes.

Sherlock waves cheerfully at him and says. "Hey, bro!"

"Why would you do this.....this pantomime? Why?" Mycroft asked, tiredly.

"Conclusion three: you are terrified of her!" A female voice said.

Mycroft looks around and sees you walking out on the ground floor, wearing a dress while you pulled the wig, with ponytails, off of your head.

"You two have no idea what you're dealing with." Mycroft said, sternly, as he glares at you. "None at all." He shouts, angrily.

"New information: she's out." John said as he comes out of a corridor.

"That's not possible." Mycroft said.

"It's more than possible. She was John's therapist." Sherlock replied.

"Shot me during a session." said John.

"Only with a tranquilizer." You said.

"Mm. We still had ten minutes to go." said John.

"Well, we'll see about a refund." Sherlock replied as you and John smile and Sherlock starts to come down the stairs.

"Right, you there." Sherlock said, pointing at the clown. "Wiggins has got your money by the gate. Don't spend it all in one crack den." He said and the clown reaches up, squeezes his big red nose which makes a squeak sound, and walks away.

Once he reaches down the stairs, Sherlock approaches his brother, smiling. "Oh, I hope we didn't spoil your enjoyment of the movie." He said as he heads for one of the nearby doors.

"You're just leaving?" Mycroft asked.

"Well, we're not staying here. Eurus is coming and, uh, someone's disabled all your security. Sleep well!" Sherlock said as opens the previously locked door and walks away.

You and John start to follow him but turn when Mycroft speaks. "Doctor Watson. (Y/N). Why would he do that to me? That was insane!" He exclaimed. "Uh, yes. Well, someone convinced him that you wouldn't tell the truth unless you were actually wetting yourself." You said.

"Someone?" He asked, looking between you and John.

"Probably me." John said as the two of you smirk.

"So that's it, is it? You two are just going?" He asked.

"Well, don't worry. There's a place for people like you--the desperate, the terrified, the ones with nowhere else to run." John said, innocently.

"What place?" Mycroft asked, grimly.

"Two two one B Baker Street." You replied as Mycroft closes his eyes in resignation. You and John turn and walk towards the door.

"See you in the morning. If there's a queue, join it!" John shouted over his shoulder.

"For God's sake! This is not one of your idiot cases." Mycroft exclaimed, angrily. You lift your finger, as if you forgotten something, then turn and walk back into the hall, pointing upstairs.

"You might wanna close that window. There is an East Wind coming." You said, giving him a small smile, and you turn back and walk away with John while Mycroft turns around and nervously looks upstairs.