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Um - hi. It's, Molly again. Hi.

[ All this sand business has her nervous - she's never seen creatures like those before, and this situation is, well. It's new. She's trying to keep up, though? ]

We're, um - we're trying to gather supplies here, at the Welcome Center, you know, blankets and sorts. Anything you've got to spare, we'd be glad to have it.

Anyone that's hurt or needs help with ... anything, you can have that here too.

[ Molly is the best informant, really. The best. Professional. ]

So, yes. If you can help or need help, just ... give us a shout.

[ private || off the network ]

I haven't done this in ages, ever since all of that with him. But he's gone now and so is Sherlock and it's terribly lonely here so maybe it's okay to try it all again.

This place is frightening! There, I said it. It's terrifying. There are plenty of kind people here like Steve and Dr. Chase but Mycroft doesn't help at all. "Mr Holmes". Who does he think he is?? The king?? UGH.

And all this tosh with the sand! People are getting hurt out there!! I want to help but I feel so useless without any dead bodies laying around.

Oh god, that's horrible of me to say. This is a bad idea. I don't think I'll write again.

~~I wonder if he'll ever show~~

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I am making an effort to coexist with your sensibilities. Victory is not always guaranteed, but efforts -- are -- made.

We're the only people here that we know from home, you know.

[ And because he might not exactly understand the implications, because Hell if the Holmeses understand social convention. ]

You said you wanted to keep me alive. I want the same too. For you, I mean. We're not [ ... ] friends but we're not enemies either, Mycroft.

oo2.

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