After school, four students sat on the grass waiting for their parents. They were six years old and inseparable. Their names were Sherlock, John, Molly, and Jim.
"What do you guys want to be when you grow up?" Molly asked. "I want to be a doctor."
"I want to be a soldier." John said.
"I want to be a pirate." Sherlock said.
"I'm going to be a consulting criminal." Jim said proudly.
"What's a consulting criminal, Jim?" Molly inquired.
"A consulting criminal does murders and crimes for people so they don't have to." Jim explained.
"Cool." Molly said.
"I'm going to have an arch enemy too." Jim continued.
"Do arch enemies exist in real life?" John asked.
"Of course, John. Mycroft is mine." Sherlock said.
"I like your brother." Molly said.
"Everyone knows about your crush on my brother which I don't understand." Sherlock replied.
"I'm going to string my enemy along with puzzles and bombs and stuff. But that won't be the final problem." Jim explained.
"What's the final problem?" Molly asked.
Jim's mother called to him.
"Sorry. Got to go." Jim said. "Bye, guys."
"What kind of doctor are you going to be?" John asked Molly.
"I don't know." Molly replied.
A black car pulled up.
"Molly, that's our ride. Try not to get overexcited about Mycroft." Sherlock said.
"Bye, John." Molly waved.
"See ya later, Molly. Bye, Sherlock." John waved back.
The next day, the group met on the playground.
"I know what kind of doctor I'm going to be." Molly announced.
"What kind?" John asked.
"A patho-pathololo-pathologist." Molly stumbled over the word.
"What kind of doctor is that?" Sherlock asked, clearly intrigued.
"A dead people doctor." Molly explained.
"I'll make sure you get a lot of dead people from my job." Jim assured her.
"Aww, thanks, Jim. Anymore plans about your arch enemy?" Molly asked curiously.
"I'm going to get close to him by dating some pitiful, unfortunate girl who works with him." Jim replied.
"Brilliant." Sherlock remarked.
"Isn't it?" Jim agreed.
After that school year ended, everyone ended up going somewhere else.