Prologue
I am the antidote
Ill show you where it really hurts
Shouldve stopped for love
Shouldve stopped for love
St. Vincent
Molly always wakes up fifteen minutes before the alarm goes off.
It was always like that, since her studying in the school.
As is she always fears to be late.
But of course, Molly is that kind of person who never is late. She is an etalon of time and frequency and could have been Goddess of metrology if ugly girls were taken on the post of goddesses. Her round face is like a dial, and the frequency with which Sherlock Holmes says her nasty things and insults her is commensurate, perhaps, only with the frequency she makes stupid things in his presence.
In a certain sense they perfectly complement each other.
