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What you recall are impressions; we have the facts. We called the tune. The secret police of your childhood were older and wiser than you, bigger than you. Call back the sound of their voices. Boom. Boom. Boom. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Mycroft worried about his brother. Constantly. Ever since their mother passed on he'd found himself checking up on Sherlock at every opportunity. Sheridan as well, of course, but Mycroft had always worried about his youngest brother the most. Sheridan was soon to reach his twentieth