[Even at this stage in their lives, when Mycroft is far from top of the ladder in his chosen career, Sherlock is still surprised to hear that his brother is coming personally. Not sending an assistant, not paying a taxi driver to do it for him. He must really sound bad.
17 Mellar Street is a crack house. There's no other way to describe it, it's falling apart, there are discarded needles in the hallways, and people in various stages of collapse throughout. It stinks of human refuse, sweat, and sex.
Sherlock is on the third floor, trembling violently and trying to get warm.]
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17 Mellar Street is a crack house. There's no other way to describe it, it's falling apart, there are discarded needles in the hallways, and people in various stages of collapse throughout. It stinks of human refuse, sweat, and sex.
Sherlock is on the third floor, trembling violently and trying to get warm.]