(sits before the hover screen sipping bourbon)

(he is a tall, handsome man with slightly curly but surprisingly sleek dark brown hair, he is clean shaven and his eyes are different colours, his left eye blue and his right eye green, wears a fashionable suit)

(door slides open and Mycroft and Sir Regis enter, manager is behind them at door)

Manager: (loudly) Sir Regis Mansbridge and MR. MYCROFT HOLMES to see you, sir. (door closes before him)

Mycroft Holmes: (waddles forward and extends chubby hand) Ah, Mr. Guthrie. You show many physical characteristics of your ancestor.

(is surprised for a moment but quickly recovers) So, the chamber finally thawed, eh?

Sir Regis Mansbridge: (eyes widen) How did you- what's-

Mycroft Holmes: His ancestor, Patterson Guthrie, was my secretary, although when I was frozen his position was increasingly getting higher. He was one of the few people who knew the secret. I suspected he might have become the next M at some periods in time.

Unfortunatly, he and his son were cheated out of that by Messervey and Mawdley. (scowls) Still, we remained in British Intelligence, and eventually some of my ancestors got promoted to head. Even later we finally got the position, and here I am.

Mycroft: Have the M's been living here?

No, the Guthries have. M16 thought it best that your estate pass into the hands of your closest friend and the most competent person avaliable- as you know, Winchester and Messervey had their own homes.

Mycroft: And the story has passed from generation to generation?

(grins) Every detail.

Mycroft Holmes: I see. Now I am left without a home.

(sighs, already percieving what he'll say) All right, you can stay here.

Mycroft: (smiles triumphantly) Thank you.

Sir Regis Mansbridge: (slightly overwhelmed) My, you fellows are sharp...

(Mycroft and Chance laugh and Regis hesistantly and nervously begins laughing as well)