winter. 20th of December. You and John are sitting in the kitchen, and there is an awkward silence between you. He doesn't know what to say to the child whom Sherlock brought from nowhere.

"Hey, ahem, let's start with the basic questions..Where are your parents?" he asked calmly. He slightly straightened his gray hair. While his green eyes look at you.

he thinks that this is a good start to communicate with an unknown child.