Caitlin sat on the ash covered grass and waited. Four minutes and twenty-three seconds, she thought. That's how long they had to wait.

"We better get out of here." He shrugged, "Let the officials take care of this, wanna come back later?"

Caitlin shrugged. "Yeah alright."

(Did we come here with a taxi?)

(Yes)

Gandal sighed, looking down the long road, his shoulders slightly drooping even more than they already had, "Guess we're walking until we find ourselves a taxi, eh?"

Caitlin grinned. "You have so little faith in me." She pulled out her cell and texted her uncle.

"What're you doing?" He asked, leaning against the tree as he watched red embers fall from the sky.

"Texting my uncle. He will send a taxi our way." She looked at her phone as it pinged. "Like I said. 4 minutes."

"Cool." He mumbled, surveying the burning building.

Caitlin looked at him and sighed. "There was nothing you could have done. Just let it go."

Gandal sighed, "It's beautiful - I must admit." He watched the embers fall to the ground subtly, flickering slightly before the flame dying out.

Caitlin looked out to the road and saw the cab coming towards them. Little did she know her uncle was in the back.

Gandal turned toward the car, smiling, "Let's go."

Caitlin smiled. "My uncle always delivers." Her smiled deadened a little when she saw him. She waved a little.

Gandal chuckled slightly, still worried that the relationship with her family was slightly rocky. He awaited Caitlen to go into the car before himself being admitted.

Caitlin jumped into the cab next to her uncle. "Long time no see," she laughed.

Gandal slowly followed, unsure if his presence would be admitted as a foot entered the cab.

Sherlock said nothing. He waited for the boy to get in the cab. When he had, hed told the driver to take them to 221 Baker Street.

Caitlen felt slightly awkward in Sherlock's silence. She wasn't sure if she had interupted him or not. But then again, if she had, he wouldn't be here.

Gandal tried a smile, but failed miserably. He placed his hands in his lap and sighed - this trip would be an awfully glum one - he knew it, judging from the aura and the lack of words. After a few minutes, he pressed his face against the screen of the cab, surveying the many trees they passed, blurring into a sea of green which was dotted with the usual burnt tree.

Caitlen watched him sliently. She knew how beautiful the country was but she didn't dare say anything about it. She knew well that Gandal eould know more about this area than she would. She looked to her right, where her uncle sat. He recieved a text and quickly opened it. Caitlen couln't see past his thumbs and her Uncle Sherlock showed no emotion. Nothing that would help her determine whether the text was something that needed to be considered. She sat back and shut her eyes instead, tired of having to be left in the dark for so many years.

"I am Gandal." He blurted out, turning toward Sherlock, "You most probably know me." He introduced himself, breaking through the awkward silence which had fallen between them.

Sherlock cocked his head slightly. "I know who you are. You work for my brother on occasion." He turned his eyes to Gandal - only his eyes. He had all the information he needed.
Sherlock's eyes turned to Caitlin. He examined her, finding little about how she felt.
Caitlin looked toward her uncle. "Please don't study me Uncle Sherlock. You know I hate it when you do that."

Gandal sighed, shriveling in the black leather as he looked back at the landscape which whirred before him.

Caitlin watched Gandal with a sigh. He looked awfully sad.