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(Mycroft looks a little startled, but then glances over to the security man and jerks his head
towards the side of the plane. The security man, Mycroft and Mary walk along the side of the jet
towards the wing and Sherlock turns to John, who smiles at him and nods.)
JOHN: So, here we are.
(Looking vaguely around the airfield and clearing his throat, he steps closer.)
SHERLOCK: William Sherlock Scott Holmes.
JOHN: Sorry?
SHERLOCK: That’s the whole of it – if you’re looking for baby names.
(John chuckles.)
JOHN: No, we’ve had a scan. We’re pretty sure it’s a girl.
SHERLOCK (softly): Oh. (He smiles.) Okay.
(They both look awkwardly anywhere except at each other for several seconds.)
JOHN (vaguely, turning and looking across the airfield): Yeah. (He finally turns towards
Sherlock again.) Actually, I can’t think of a single thing to say.
SHERLOCK (looking down): No, neither can I.
(He lifts his head as John steps closer and speaks quietly.)
JOHN: The game is over.
SHERLOCK (firmly, meeting his eyes): The game is never over, John ... (his tone becomes
quieter) ... but there may be some new players now. It’s okay. The East Wind takes us all in the
end.
JOHN: What’s that?
SHERLOCK: It’s a story my brother told me when we were kids. The East Wind – this terrifying
force that lays waste to all in its path.
(He sniffs, looking into the distance.)
SHERLOCK: It seeks out the unworthy ... (he meets John’s eyes) ... and plucks them from the
Earth. That was generally me.
JOHN: Nice(!)
SHERLOCK: He was a rubbish big brother.
(They both smile, then John looks down, clearing his throat.)
JOHN: So what about you, then? (He lifts his head.) Where are you actually going now?
SHERLOCK (sounding bored): Oh, some undercover work in Eastern Europe.
JOHN: For how long?
SHERLOCK (looking slightly above John’s head so as not to meet his eyes): Six months, my
brother estimates. He’s never wrong.
JOHN: And then what?
(Sherlock meets his gaze for a moment, then looks down thoughtfully before raising his head
and gazing off into the distance. He shrugs.)
SHERLOCK: Who knows?
(John nods and then turns away to look across the airfield again, breathing in deeply. Sherlock
looks directly at him until he turns back, then looks down again.)
SHERLOCK: John, there’s something ... I should say; I-I’ve meant to say always and then never
have. Since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, I might as well say it now.
(He hesitates for a long time, then draws in a deep breath and raises his eyes to John’s.)
SHERLOCK: Sherlock is actually a girl’s name.
(John turns away, giggling almost silently. Sherlock smiles at him. John turns back, still
smiling.)
JOHN: It’s not.
SHERLOCK (shrugging): It was worth a try.
JOHN: We’re not naming our daughter after you.
SHERLOCK: I think it could work.
(John chuckles, then meets his eyes. Sherlock holds his gaze for a second, then lowers his eyes.
After a moment he takes off his right glove and holds out his hand.)
SHERLOCK: To the very best of times, John.
(John hesitates for a long while, then he finally takes Sherlock’s hand and shakes it. They stand
there for a couple of seconds, then Sherlock gives John’s hand one more small pump before
releasing it and turning away, putting his glove back on as he walks away. John watches him
walk along the side of the plane to the steps and get on board.)

Shortly afterward the plane taxies along the runway. Sherlock sits inside looking out of one of
the right-hand windows. Mary and John stand by the car, holding hands and watching from the

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)