War Is Coming Communications.

My wife is without question the most incredibly generous person I have ever met. She wished for Locksley for me.

And since the internet is such a very strange place, I even managed to find a picture of Marian standing by the fireplace. Because of course that show would have accurate images from my Manor.

I'll never be overwhelmingly wealthy back home, and I don't know that I intend to be here.

That being said? It is nice knowing I won't have to start trying to find a job immediately. Not many people want to take on the woman who's almost eight months pregnant. Nor do I really want to leave the baby right away after having her.

I admit it, I was skeptical. Magical glowing wishes? What even? But this bank account here makes up for the weird, I think.

I miss home.

So. I was watching the television tonight.

Seems I see a familiar face.

All the talk about us all being fictional is true, then?

My suggestion? Gather up all of the children who don't have someone to watch them. We have enough room at the new Complex Sanctuary that a few of us can take turns watching over the kids. We also need someone to just do a big group explanation, rather than them finding out in bits and pieces. Kids are resilient, they'll adjust. Ours here did, why wouldn't this group?

Any volunteers? Anyone know specifically which kids are living by themselves? Or who have people with them who just don't want to or feel uncomfortable looking after little ones. There's no shame in it, I imagine it would be a bit weird having your partner suddenly much smaller.

i cant call my mum. what happened to london?

Now ordinarily I'd blame Sherlock for this. It seems a Sherlock sort of thing to do. But I'd guess that isn't really possible right now. Unless you've done this to get back at Sherlock or to get his attention and come on, now, we all know I'm not that useful in that game. Though he did

Could be a Mycroft thing. I didn't think I'd pissed him off that much, though, and I KNOW you know using me won't bother him any.

So fess up. Who's the kidnapper? And what's with the others? You have time, I'll wait. Just having some tea and a scone. Weak American tea and this thing that passes for a scone, but I digress.