Mycroft stept in a chamber of the Intelligens Force. He put his umbrella in an umbrella stand in the corner greeting a pritty woman, who installed something. "Is it ready?" Mycroft asked. "Everything is prepared." "No any other copies?" "No, just this one." "Very good - Would you mind to leave me now? And not a word to nobody! This has never happend, you see?" The woman smiled. "Don´t worry, Mr Holmes." She went out of the room, closing the door behind her. Mycroft sat down infront of a disk player, breathed deeply, and pressed the button.
"Hello", a familiar voice he knew exactly who is speaking - Dr John Watson, the Army doctor and best friend of his brother Sherlock.
"John", another familiar voice. His dead brother. It was the last call ever of Sherlock Holmes, before he died. Mycroft listened further:
John: Hey, Sherlock, you okay?
Sherlock: Turn around and walk back the way you came!
J: No, I´m coming in.
S: Just do as I ask! Please!
J: Where?
S: Stop there!
J: Sherlock?
S: Okay, look up. I´m on the rooftop.
J: Oh, God!
S: I...I...I can´t come down, so we´ll just to do it like this.
J: What´s going on?
S: An apology. It´s all true...
J: What?
S: Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty!
J: Why are you saying this?
S: I,m a fake!
J: Sherlock...
S: The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade - I want you to tell Mrs Hudson and Molly. Infact, tell anyone who will listen to you, that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.
J: Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up! The first time we met... The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?
S: Nobody could be so clever.
J: You could!
S: ... I reserched you. Before we met, I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It´s a trick. Just a magic trick!
J: No, all right, stop it now!
S: No!!! Stay exactly where you are! Don´t move!
J: All right.
S: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?
J: Do what?
S: This phone call, it´s, um... it´s my note. It´s what people do, don´t they? Leave a note?
J: Leave a note when?
S: Goodbye, John.
J: No, don´t! - Sherlock!!!

Mycroft sat still on his chair, thinking. Then he listened the last call, the "note" again. In the silence after John´s yelling "Sherlock" Mycroft took a deap breath and smiled. He took the disk out of the player and destroyed it. Then he walked out of this secret room anywhere under Londres with his umbrella.
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