Reunion
As soon as the maid returned, Mycroft told her to take the rest of the day off and walked towards the front where the car was waiting. Just before leaving through the front doors, he grabbed his trusty umbrella and smiled. One can never be too careful, especially given London's fickle weather. He nodded towards the chauffeur and stepped into the car.
During the ride, the itching feeling at the back of Mycroft's mind returned. Since there was nothing better to do, besides check his e-mail for anything of importance, he took a chance to scratch at the thought. Images of a dark barren land, inky rain, and blood flashed into his mind and he gasped. What dreadful thoughts were those? The chauffeur inquired about the sudden gesture and Mycroft told him he was alright. Perhaps it was best to check those e-mails after all.
The rest of the ride was uneventful as there were no messages for him to read.
The car pulled up to the house and Mycroft stepped outside. With the chocolates and umbrella in hand, he stepped up to the door and rang the bell. It wasn't long before the door opened and revealed a very enthusiastic young man in a dashing uniform. He chuckled and bowed his head slightly to return the hat tip.
"And you as well, Greg. My, you certainly look becoming in that uniform. Your father must be rather proud of you."
Mycroft smiled warmly and handed over the chocolate box.
"A small gift, as an apology for not making time for you these past months."
