[It's some time before Mycroft stirs, and his eyes slowly blink open in surprise, one of which is under a nice swollen bruise. The small cuts on his brow and face have long since stopped bleeding, but he's greeted with a terribly painful headache. Bacall stirs too, but she doesn't get up, instead warbling softly and lying her head down on Mycroft's chest.]

Wh...where am I?

[Disoriented, too. Mycroft winces as he looks around.]

What in blazes just happened?