Rosanna

Chapter four

I opened my eyes to be in a grey room. It seemed like a prison cell or something. Mycroft was leant back against a grey-panelled wall, the top button of his shirt undone above his slightly loosened tie. Sherlock was pacing but turned to face John who just woke up.
"How are you?" he said to John. I sat up from the floor, John was sat on the bed.
"Bit of a lump." John replied. I stood up. "I'm fine too. It's not like your older sister was knocked out too." I crossed my arms. Childish, I know. "John is more fragile than you." In which john then frowned at Sherlock's statement. I looked around the room looking for a way out as they spoke.

"Did you see your sister?"

"Yes."
"How was that?"
Sherlock drew a long breath. "Family's always difficult."
"Is this an occasion for banter?" Mycroft exasperated.

Sherlock gestured to our brother "Mm, case in point."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. I looked around confused.
"Are we phoning someone?" John asked I rolled my eyes.
"Apparently," Sherlock said, John then suddenly noticed the governor across the room.
"What's he doing here?" John questioned.
"As he is told." Sherlock turned to John. "Eurus is in control."
"Help me. Please, I'm on a plane and everyone's asleep." The phone connected to a young girl clearly in distress. All the lights in our cell then turned red and his voice was coming through the speakers.

"Hello. My name's Jim Moriarty."
Mycroft sighed heavily and I sat down on the floor, back against the grey tiles on the wall.
"Welcome ... to the final problem." He said over the speaker. The lights then turn white and I looked up at Sherlock. He stared at me.
"It's okay. He's dead." He tried to reassure me. I let out a breath.
"He doesn't sound dead." John pointed out. I nodded in agreement.  The lights then turned red yet again.

"This is a recorded announcement." Jim's voice came through the speakers. "Please say hullo to some very old friends of mine."
"Hello? I can hear you talking. Please help me! I'm on a plane and it's going to crash!" The girl shrieked, very obviously scared. The lights then turned white.

"What is this? We can't do this!" Mycroft was irritated.
"Do shut up, dear." Sherlock glanced at him.
"Is someone there?" The desperate girl called.
"Is this supposed to be a game?" Mycroft asked. I shook my head, shoving my hands in the jacket of my leather jacket. Sherlock looked at him irritated."Be quiet."
"Please help me!" The girl called out again.
"Oh, hello. Um, try-try to stay calm. Just te-tell me what your name is." Sherlock
"I'm not supposed to tell my name to strangers." the girl said innocently.
"Of course not. Very good. But, um, I'll tell you mine. My name is ..." But Sherlock was cut off by a click and static from the speakers.

"Hello?"

Then on a large TV screen, an image of pouring water appeared briefly before going to live footage of Eurus smiling into the camera.

"Oh dear. We seem to have lost the connection." my psycho sister spoke. I took in a deep breath. This is the first time I've seen my sister since Mycroft told me she was dead. She had long brown hair, the same Holmes colour. Mycroft walked towards the glass, eyes on the screen.

"How have you done this? How is any of this possible?" Mycroft asked. Eurus stopped smiling.
"You put me in here, Mycroft. You brought me my treats." 
 "What treats?" John walked closer to Mycroft. 
Mycroft turned his head towards him and pressed his lips together a little. Sherlock frowned, as did I, then looked around at our brother, who turns and returns his gaze. I stood up from sitting down on the floor and stood next to Sherlock with my arms crossed.

Sat in the chair behind the desk in the governor's office, Eurus raised a remote control and aimed it towards the screen at the side of the room. She clicked a button and the lights in the cell turned red. Jim's face, in close-up, appeared on the cell screen. The entire image is coloured red. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.