She's finally had enough. Molly Hooper looks out at the cold city before her, the sky a deary gray with no sign of life. "Where's the color?" she desperately thinks. "Where is the life in this city? Why has everything gone black and white?". She's been standing at the window in her lab for a good three hours now. Couldn't make herself to do anything else after she slapped Sherlock Holmes in the face. She slapped him a few times, thank you very much.
Dr. Hooper finally lost it, she thinks, bemused. "I don't feel anything, why is that?", she asks her reflection. It stays silent like it always does when Sherlock Holmes is concerned. "He didn't give a flying fuck about anyone, going about like that!...He doesn't care at all. He doesn't even value me as a friend", that quiet voice in her head said.
No more. No fucking more. "I can't shed anymore tears for him. Nor can I live without having him...this..this is it. This is where it ends."