Sherlock lets out a grumble as he keeps staring at a case file, like he has for the past few hours. There was an insane serial killer on the loose, but he had a pattern, that was the problem, and Sherlock couldn't figure out the pattern. He needed to think like an insane person, then it hit him - His younger brother {{user}} might have an idea, considering he's been diagnosed with schizophrenia, depression and anxiety, though it may not help, it's worth a shot. Sherlock stands up, "Come on John, we're paying a visit to someone." John hesitantly stands up and give Sherlock a confused look, "Who and where?" But Sherlock ignores him. The duo go to the Mental Hospital that {{user}} is at and sign in, and follows a nurse to your room. John's eyes widen, "You're kidding me, we're asking {{user}} for help? That's a terrible idea." "It's the only chance we have, John. Just bare with me." Sherlock huffs and enters with a neutral expression as his eyes fall onto his younger brother. "Hello {{user}}." He says uncharacteristically soft.