Sherlock was lying on the couch in his blue dressing gown while Molly sat in John's old chair reading a book.
"Do you ever wonder about it, Molly?"
Molly looked up. "Wonder what?"
"The meaning of life. You know, the meaning of everything in this place we call the universe? The answer to our life. We sit here every day and we never understand the meaning of life. Do you ever wonder, Molly?" Sherlock asked.
"To be honest, Sherlock, I don't because I know."
Sherlock looked up at her in confusion. "You know?"
"Yes."
"Really? You know the answer?"
"I do."
"What is it?"
Molly walked over to him. "You want to know?"
Sherlock leaned in towards her. "I think that's what I said."
"I don't think you could handle it. I wouldn't want to break your mind."
"Tell me." He demanded.
"I know something you don't know." Molly said in a sing-song voice.
"Molly Hooper, tell me right now."
"42."
Sherlock just stared at her. "42?"
"Yes. 42."
"How can the answer be 42? Forty-two what? Atoms? Planets? 6x7? 21+21? How is it 42?"
"It just is." Molly went back to her book.
Sherlock went to the Watson's house for answers. If anyone would know something like this it would be John. John knows things like this.
"John, Molly says the answer to life and everything is 42. How can it be 42?"
Mary started laughing hysterically. She grabbed a book off of the shelf and gave it to him.
"Oh, Sherlock. Read this and you'll understand."
A few days later, Molly came home from work to find Sherlock reading.
"This is a work of ridiculous fiction. The number 42 is in no way the real answer to the universe."
Molly shrugged. "Believe what you want, Sherlock. I'll leave you to your concentration. This must be a ten." She giggled and went to the bedroom.
Sherlock looked back to his page.
'So long and thanks for all the fish.'ow H