𝚆𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝚃𝚎𝚠𝚔𝚜𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒆 𝒊 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕

~Y/n's POV~

We arrived at our destination. Sheep bleating, horse neighing, geese honking, and people chattering can be heard. It is not very pleasing, as I would say. The barrow stopped. I slide down where I was sitted. Enola came besides me.

"Oh, so this is where we part?" Tewkesbury said. His voice sound upset

"Sadly, it is." I answer.

He looks uneasy. "Then, thank you, Y/n and Enola Holmes, for helping me here." He said.

"You were supposed to have forgotten our names." Enola said.

"Then you'll have to find another." He state. Then the cart start moving.

I look forward to Enola. "Will he be fine?" I ask, concern and worried lacing my voice.

"He'll be fine." She assures me. She shoots me a smile.

London: the beating heart of England. Mother will be here somewhere, and though she prepared us many things... the outside world was not one of them. And yet here we are, at the center of civilization. The home of polite society... of music, of literature... And the finest things that money can buy. I must admit London isn't quite what I imagined. People are a lot more... excitable than in the country.

We almost got ran over by a horse. We walk toward somewhere. Our feet brought to a dress shop.

"So, if we have to fit in and stay hidden from our brothers, we must become someting..." Enola face me.

I quickly pick what she is trying to say. "...unexpected." We both say in unison.

~Third Person POV~

Sherlock was sitted and reading the newspaper.

"No one on the train, no one on the boats, no one anywhere. The girls has simply vanished. Of course, it doesn't help that England's suddenly consumed by this ridiculous marquess." Mycroft said, annoyingly. He showed the picture of The Missing Marquess.

"Sir?" An attendant said.

"Sherry, please." Mycroft ordered.

"Certainly, sir." The attendant obey his order.

"You haven't been offered it, have you?" Mycroft asks his brother, who is still reading the newspaper.

"What?" He asks back.

"The marquess case. I knew his father, obnoxious sort. Liberal, but worth a fortune." Mycroft said.

"I have, and I have refused it." Sherlock answers simply. "I'm rather more consumed elsewhere." He explain.

"Oh, in finding mother?" Mycroft asks.

"In finding our sisters." He corrected him.

"No. No. Your job, I made clear, was to find mother." Mycroft corrected.

"I'm looking for her too, as will, no doubt, Y/n and Enola." He response.

"You never cared about her before." Mycroft said.