I predict that she would open the door and look up with a pair of large eyes, then smirk and invite me in for a cup of tea.

Speaking of tea, where was the tea that appears in my living room each morning? Oh, I almost forgot it's Mrs. Hudson that brews it every morning, and she's at her sister's.

Alright then! A cup of tea from Molly Hooper would be lovely!

There I rhythmically tap my knuckles on her old, green door.

There the lock gives a muffled 'clunk' and the handle begins to turn.

There the heart shaped faced, big brown eyed short woman stands.

And then, her small hand reaches up.

No, not 'reaches'.

He hand cuts through the air, slamming against my cheek with an thundering clap!

I groan with pain and there she hisses at me:

"He HURT me Sherlock!"

I manage to open an eye and see her stumble with anger out of her home, her arms waving in the air.

"You let JIM walk into MY HOME Sherlock! He hurt ME. He hurt JOHN! GREG! MRS. HUDSON!"

Another blow, her knuckles pounding against my arms as I cover my face from the strikes.

She stops.

I look at her, her eyes teary, face flushed, nose flared, strands of hair on her face.

I stand tall again and say "I just wanted some tea…"

She gapes, squints her eyes and scrunches her nose in fury. He hand shoots toward my face faster than a bullet, another blast of sharp, burning pain stains my cheek.

"Could you PLEASE STOP with the slapping-" I shout.

But within a second, there are two dainty hands that latch onto the lapels of my coat and I am pulled downwards until her mouth is moulded against mine.

She's still breathing heavily through her nose, and I don't understand why she is kissing me while she is still angry.

But there we are, and she is pressing her lips against mine and I can feel her anger. The way her jaw is firmly locked and her hot breath is brushing against my cheek, and her hands crawl upward and grasp onto my head, and I can't escape.

I won't escape.

I don't escape.

Never escape.

Years later…

I never escaped.

He hands were too tight against the sides of my head. But it was good, since after all those slaps and punches I nearly fell down.

Again.

But she grasped the sides of my head and pressed herself to me,

and she looked me straight in the eye and there I could see,

All the balance that she could bring to me,

But she forever will be my biggest mystery.