P.S. I know you two. And if I'm gone, I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn't matter. It's all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.
Mycroft: So that's it, is it? You're just going. John: Well don't worry! There's a place for people like you, desperate, terrified, the ones with nowhere else to run. Mycroft: What place? John: 221B Baker street. See you in the morning. If there's a queue, join it.