[Mycroft immediately freezes and stops his umbrella attack, his eyes wide and fully expecting to be kicked in the face for a split second. Another second passed and once his companion realizes it's just him and sits down, he allows himself to breathe again. He drops the umbrella on his own bed.]
I know what this must sound like, but I saw...something...under our skin. Like--an egg. A chicken egg, to be exact.
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I know what this must sound like, but I saw...something...under our skin. Like--an egg. A chicken egg, to be exact.