Outside, the car pulls up in front of the building. Virginia Potts takes a deep, slow breath and gets out.

No one wanted this job. No one wanted it so much that no one even seems to have remembered Tony and Sherlock existed until about an hour and a half ago. But Virginia wouldn't have let anyone else do it, anyway. She knows Tony a little, at least, and it's better coming from her than from some stranger.

She hopes.