[Still here, still real - and at the question, Moriarty just...laughs, cold and mirthless.]

...I have no bloody idea, Holmes.

[He leans back, listlessly staring at the ceiling.]

But I know that I can't think of your family as my own. Though I don't remember them well anymore...my adoptive family took me in and loved me for many years. They...are what come to mind when I think of 'family.'

But for the immediate future? I want a damned drink.