Em was relaxing in her flat, the chorus of Imagine Dragon's Demons floating through the room as she laid back in a gigantic bean bag with her eyes closed. Her phone rang, interrupting her thought process. She opened her eyes and glared at the offending object.
"What..." she whined when she finally picked up the phone.
"Hey, sis. Long time no see."
"Oh, what do you want, John? Drunk at a bar and need a ride again?"
John huffed. "That was one time, and my girlfriend was there."
"Drunker than you. She may as well have been stoned."
"..."
Em smiled. "She was stoned, wasn't she?"
"I plead the 5th."
She rolled her eyes. "We're not in America anymore, bro. Heart of London."
John sighed. "I think I might have information on our mother."
Em sat upright. This could be important. "Where are you?"
"Sherlock Holmes museum. Or behind it. Figured not as many people would be in the way."
"Does the museum have anything to do with where Mom might be? 6 feet under or otherwise?"
"No, it just clicked while I was there."
Em stood up and grabbed her coat. "Give me 15 minutes. I'll be right there."
"You got it." Click.
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