The introduction of John Watson was slightly welcomed.

At least he was more pleasant than Mr. Holmes.

Mary offered him a nervous smile as he introduced himself and apologized on his friend's behalf. She nodded lightly as he then moved to the fireplace and placed the hat he removed by it to dry off. He then mentioned that they would need more information to go on, which she understood. She just didn't want to give too much without them agreeing to help her but from the sounds of it, they were interested in helping so she would do whatever she could to give Charlie a fighting chance for survival. Just imagining him out in the cold or with some sinister abductor, made her stomach churn. "Thank you, I understand completely." She replied and looked over her shoulder at Irene who stood by her, patting her back. Mary was lucky, it wasn't easy making friends when you had money or worked for those who had more than they knew what to do with, but Irene Adler seemed truly considerate and the governess was so grateful for the support.

Although Mary knew the answer to John's question would point them in a promising direction, she really couldn't think of anyone who held ill-will towards the Tylers. Mary shook her head and got up, giving Irene's hand a gentle squeeze before she walked over to where John was, while Sherlock lingered back where Irene was, as he continued to snack. "No, the Tylers are extremely generous and gracious. They do work in finance but I don't think they've ever wronged anyone." It was an option though, if someone was cross with the Tylers, getting to their family would be the route to take. "I mean it may be possible that this is a personal attack but I...I really don't think that it's a stand-alone incident. I really do think someone may be doing something much worse, like a serial killer or something." 

Giving Irene another look over, he couldn't help it, Sherlock looked back to Watson, intending on seeing what Watson could do after being by his side for so many years. "I wouldn't have struck you two as friends." He mentioned quietly to Irene. Of course he and Watson weren't outright compatible and yet here they were, after years of solving cases and living together. The man looked back around the room, taking in everything. He finished his cup of tea and decided he would want to slip out and give the home a more thorough inspection. While he didn't think it would give him any tips about the whereabouts of Charlie, he did think it would give him insight into what kind of person Mary was, and the missing child and those were also vital pieces of information. "I doubt this is you turning a new leaf. I'll be right back." He whispered and set his teacup down and moved for the door and quickly excused himself.

"Well, Charlie had finished his morning lesson and went up to his room but ended up fighting with his sister. He decided he would run away, that he wanted to find his cat. I fear he was feeling ignored but I honestly don't think he did run away, we would have been told by our neighbors. He's run away before but has come back hours later...this isn't like that time." Mary told John. "I know it seems like I'm fearing the worst but I know him and I really think he's in trouble." She said.

Holmes spent the next two minutes quickly familiarizing himself with the manor. He only needed a few seconds in each room before he moved on. He found the boy's room on the third floor and Mary's was on the second. The first floor had the kitchen, sitting room, dining room and green house. The second had, the guest bedrooms, two offices, a bathroom, and a playroom. The third floor had the children's rooms, parents room, two bathrooms, and another sitting room and library. Charlie's room gave him a good idea of what the boy was like. He had found many drawing and scribbles of the boy's thoughts. He soon made his way back to the corner sitting room to see Mary and John still talking about the events that led up to the boy running off and how none of his friends or the family's, had any help to offer to the situation, as dire as it was.

"I don't think this was an intentional kidnapping." He spoke up.

He commended Watson for trying that approach first, but Holmes wanted to hear more about what Mary had found. Better yet, he wanted to go out and do his own snooping around. He knew the London arteries very well and was interested in asking the local riffraff what they knew about anyone who was also missing. "If it were, I suspect a note or ransom would have followed."

Mary turned to Holmes and pressed her lips together. "Watson, do you concur?" Sherlock asked his friend, figuring he had a better relationship with Ms. Mortsan than the one he established early on. Mary looked to Irene and walked back over to her, feeling more hopeful than a half hour ago. 

"First impressions aside, I am glad you called them." She told Irene.