Clara Holmes?

Part 2 of 7

'Hello? What is it? May I help you?'

I walk the one step up again and face him. I would have never thought that I would ever stand so close to this man. 'Hello. Uhm, we've been looking for Mycroft Holmes.'

I stand right in front of a strange man. In the corner of my eye I only see the Doctor staring at both of us.

'Yes, yes that's me. What do you want?'

'Uhm, do you remember Louise Fielding?' and still, only the mention of her name makes me sad.

'Louise Fielding? Yes, yes I do. We once met more than 20 years ago. Why do you ask?' Oh, they only just met? I think this is the understatement of the year. But is it really him? I mean I have seen photos, but the three piece grey suit he's wearing doesn't really help to recognize him in pictures that where taken over 20 years ago.

I open my mouth, but the Doctor interrupts 'Uh, well. It's a bit unfitting to talk about something like this out here. Could we come in? I promise we won't stay too long.'

He hesitates, but with an approval nod he lets us pass. 'Well, if you think this is really necessary. Come in. But I have to ask you to take your shoes off.'

I take my shoes of which is quite easily done, because I'm wearing ankle boots, but the Doctor seems to have a few problems with his. He stumbles around with one foot in the air trying to get rid of them. After a few jumps they're off and he just raises his hands in defeat and his mouth forms a 'Sorry.'.

As we walk into the living room Mycroft offers me a chair, The Doctor declines and stays standing in the doorway. 'Ahh, do you want anything to drink?' At least he's got some manners. But I don't feel like drinking anything so I decline, so does the Doctor. 'So, why did you ask about Louise?'

Oh, no. I don't want to do this.

Well, we're already in his house so here goes nothing. 'Louise Fielding was my mother.'