There was an almost unbearable silence in the morgue of St. Bart's Hospital. A chair, once occupied by the most genius man in London, now sat cold and empty. The microscope on the table, slightly worn from extensive use, was now dusty. Another chair sat beside it, where a former soldier once sat.

For once in a long while, the door to the room opened and a girl walked through. Her brown eyes scanned the room sadly. Molly Hooper walked over to Sherlock and John's abandoned chairs.

"Oh Sherlock…" She starts to cry. Quickly she attempts to wipe away the tears. She had promised herself to move on but it's so hard.

"Oh you two... why did you both have to die?"