[Mary. Now that was interesting. He'd seen the devastating effects firsthand, of course, of her absence. Her presence provided a whole host of positive variables.

Mycroft nods in the dark, perhaps the emotional exhaustion would send him straight to sleep. He rolled over, and tried to drift off.

Alas.

Something to put to rest first before his mind could settle. He looked back over his shoulder, his voice incredulous.]

When you said melted...how on earth was that possible, much less survivable?