Working the graveyard shift at Barts was rarely exciting and this one seemed even more boring than normal. Molly had done all of the paperwork she could do and she was running out of thing to clean and tidy. Moving to sit down at her desk, she rubbed her eyes as she attempted to wipe away the vestiges of sleep that had been trying to take over her for the past hour or so.
She rested her head on her hands which were rested lightly on her desk. It would hurt to rest her eyes for a minute. It would only be for a minute… That’s all… Just a minute.
Molly was soon dozing at her desk, none the wiser as to who had just entered the morgue.
Pure Imagintion || Open
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”
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single 
