Voice Mail;

[thebritishgovt]

You have reached the personal voice mail box of Mycroft Holmes. Please provide your name and contact information at the tone. If you haven't left your name and number, your caller ID should offer the sufficient information for me to return your call.

Your call may be scanned, monitored, and screened in only the most severe of circumstances.

[BEEP!]

Comments

text;

[sirboastsalot]

Hard to get reception for something from another world.
SH

[When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.]

voice;

[thebritishgovt]

Yet the new models come fully equipped with our personal information.

[Curious conclusion, Sherlock. Curious conclusion, indeed. It is a good thing his brother is around to do all of that investigative legwork; Mycroft will only do so much snooping on his own before he finds it easier to sit back and order others to do it for him.]

If that is the case, you are more stuck with me on this desert rock than you feared. And estimating by the current length of this conversation, I will assume my time has run out and you will whittle away the afternoon sulking in your bed.

Give Dr. Watson my regards. Or, well--I'm sure we'll be in touch sooner or later.

text;

[sirboastsalot]

[Sherlock wants the last word.]

I'm not sulking.
SH

[thebritishgovt]

[Mycroft will just be making THIS FACE at that text. Yeah, right. Mycroft knows you better than that.]