[Mycroft wakes up with a start. He's confused, vaguely assuming that this was all a dream, before reality lingers and comes into focus. No, everything feels uncomfortable and very real--but then again, what was real in this place?

A hospital gown. That's...not a promising sign, all things considered. He deduces what he can from the bars, the carpet, the fact that he was clean--it was a horrible thought that someone had kidnapped them in their sleep, changed their clothes, cleaned them and dropped them in what amounted to a cell--

--he kept his breathing steady, or at least did his best to. There was definite fear in his eyes.]

Hello? [He walks to the bars, and calls out.]