“Oh I didn’t see you there.”

“Do you mind looking after Toby for me? It’s just for a few days. I’ll be back soon enough.”

“When did you get here?”

“So I have a new little puppy now.”

![“ Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen ”
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/94cf588b66637c833e7976db3b52be25/tumblr_n9io9iCrOZ1tvkkq3o1_500.png)
Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse & Multiship
♔ Writing style varies from scrip to novella;
uses gifs & icons
♔ NSFW tagged accordingly
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It was the end of her shift and Molly was ready to go home. The night had been long and she wanted nothing more just then to be able to go home. Retrieving her possessions out of her locker, she took off her lab coat and replaced it with her own to go home in. Ready to leave a minute later, she covered her mouth in a yawn as she made her way towards the door.
Moving around the lab, Molly was humming quietly under her breath as she did so. Often she had some quiet music on in the morgue as she worked to bring a little life into the cold room, but she’d needed the power outlet for the radio she used for something else that day so she had to make do on her own. Normally she did sing along to the music, yet she was not often caught because of the other music playing.
Today would be different though as there was no other sound to mask her voice quietly singing. She was not vastly talented by any stretch of the imagination in her mind, but she could hold a note or two when it was needed.
“Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination…”
The song was one from Molly’s childhood, a song her father had sung to her on nights she could not sleep. He may be long gone now, but that certainly did not mean that she had forgotten the lyrics at all.
As she continued to sing, she did not hear nor see the person come into the morgue, continuing on with her soft singing as if she were still alone.
“Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination”
“You really didn’t have to get me anything, you know… I wasn’t even telling anyone about my birthday coming up.”

“Do you really have to be so loud?”

[text] Would you mind going out to pick up some cold and flu tablets for me? M
[text] I really don’t feel like I can go out now. M
[text] And some tissues as well. M