Hello... it's me... I owe everyone who reads this a huge apology for taking so long. But alas, I am here, as well as the new chapter. Here it is... after the shout outs. I also want to thank everyone who agreed with the anti-bullying thing. It means a lot.

Shout outs:

James Birdsong: Glad you like it. I hope it's cool...

Grammarosprey: Yeah, it's pretty big. The lobby of a remote hotel-and there are people all over the place. Sherlock, being who he is, probably weighed the odds and whatnot and decided that they'd all be safer with Magnussen dead. Also, I have a morbid fascination with killing off characters. :/ Perhaps all will be revealed? And one less P.o.V. is kinda nice... Whether or not Sherlock was right or not, I can't say. (Well, I can, but...) The plot thickens. As to the king- it might not even be a person at all.

Eurus P.o.V.

She didn't really understand why they were doing what they were. It made them look less suspicious, but other than that, it did absolutely nothing. This was when she decided that she hated costumes.

The lobby of the hotel was huge. The ceilings were high, and several wooden pillars went from the floor to the top. The windows were large and majestic, and a crystal chandelier hung from a chain lighting up the space.

They had already established the fact that the people there were just illusions. That being said, they looked real and it was difficult to walk through the crowd. The platters of drinks (all alcoholic, unfortunately- Mycroft wouldn't let them drink them) were very real, being held up by controlled updrafts of air. Eurus had tried to master that trick, but it was difficult.

Greg Lestrade and John Watson were terrified. Greg showed it more than John did, but it was evident on both of them. They knew as well as Eurus and Mycroft did that the Adversary was there with them, as well as Molly, Sherlock, Jim, and Magnussen. The problem was, they didn't know their exact locations.

"Shouldn't we be doing this... strategically?" John asked. Eurus sighed. The idiots didn't know how to not talk.

"We are," Mycroft said. His voice was clipped and he was scanning the crowd almost frantically.

"How's that?" Lestrade snapped. There was a cynical tone to his voice. "Oh, yeah, sure. We're walking in circles. Totally strategic."

"We have an established route and aren't splitting up. It's the best we can do right now," Mycroft said.

John shook his head. "Wouldn't splitting up help us to-"

"No."

"Oh. Oh, okay."

They continued to walk around, looking for familiar faces or some sort of clue. They found nothing until John collided with Sherlock.

Something was wrong, Eurus observed. Sherlock was slightly paler than usual, and unfocused.

"What happened?" she asked at the same time as Mycroft asked, "Have you seen anyone?"

Sherlock glanced toward a window, then explained. "Moriarty is with Molly, and I just killed Magnussen."

It certainly explained his unusual behavior.

"You what?" Lestrade shouted as Mycroft and John adopted identical expressions of shock and horror.

"What?" Sherlock asked defensively.

P.o.V. - Moriarty

The party was boring. Nothing was happening. Molly was annoying. He was bored.

Then someone screamed, and his day instantly got better.

Molly had turned pale. "We should see if someone needs help. I know they're illusions, but..."

He didn't listen to the rest of her rant, but walked off in the general direction of where the sound had come from. He heard Molly scampering after him.

They ended up finding everyone. Except for Magnussen, Jim noted. All three Holmeses and the other two kids.

"Hi!" he greeted them cheerfully. "Have you been having more fun than me?"

He vaguely registered Molly awkwardly standing in the background.

"All of us have been walking in circles, except for Sherlock, who killed Magnussen," Eurus explained bluntly.

"So you did have more fun than me. I'm jealous."

"I met the Adversary," Sherlock snapped. He seemed annoyed for some odd reason.

Mycroft jumped as if he'd been struck by lightning. "You did?"

Sherlock nodded. "Showed up right after Magnussen died. You'll never guess who it is."

"Hitler?" Lestrade tried.

Sherlock gave him a look. "No. Obviously."

John rolled his eyes."Yeah, Greg. Obviously it was Stalin."

Jim rolled his eyes as Eurus glared at both of them. Sherlock asked, "Who's Greg?"

"It was me," Moriarty said, just to see their reaction. Eurus shook her head, but the rest of them looked as if they believed him. He burst out laughing.

"Was it the secretary? Nelly, or Nora, or... whoever?" Molly asked timidly.

"Namhaid, yes," Sherlock said. "Only that's not her real name."

P.o.V. - You

Namhaid.

It should have been easy for them. The word literally meant 'enemy'. But they didn't see it.

It annoys you so much how oblivious people could be. You put clues right in front of them, and they don't see them or solve your riddles or play your games.

You don't like playing games, but you like winning. Why play if you won't win?

You will win. One of them is dead. They don't stand a chance.

But still, you let them try.

It'll be fun to watch them dance.

P.o.V. - Mycroft

Of course it was the secretary. It was always the secretary, wasn't it?

How cliche.

But then again, maybe it was supposed to be. They were being manipulated, like a puppet on a string.

"What's her name, then?" John asked.

Sherlock shrugged. "I haven't the faintest. But I suppose she's powerful. She just appeared, said 'well done,' and vanished."

"Vanished?"

"Yes, disappeared."

"I know what it means."

"So, what do we do?" Molly asked.

Mycroft sighed. He had no idea what he should do. It was almost painful.

"Wait," Moriarty sang.

"We can't," Lestrade said. But nobody gave any other suggestions.

They had, Mycroft supposed, no other choice.

A/N: And... there it is.

TW999