-I am Molly Hooper-

Chapter One

I'm dead. I've been dead for about a week I think. I don't know how I died, I don't know where, I don't know why and I don't know how. I can't remember the week leading up to my death, or other parts of my memories. Really random things, like my favourite foods. It's like my brain right clicked and deleted things.

I'm a ghost, if you like, stuck on the land of the living, unable to cross the border to the land of the dead. But why?

Make a list Molly. A list of the most important things you can remember.

1. My first name is Molly. I don't know what my second name is.

2. I work in a morgue. Well, worked.

3. My father is dead, but I can't remember his name or what he looks like.

4. I think I'm between the ages of 28-31.

5. I have (had) a cat.

6. I live in London.

Right. Now what?

I looked around my surrounds. I recognised the street, but couldn't name it. I was about five minutes away from the morgue, where I worked.

People walked past me, not noticing me. I was used to it. They wouldn't have noticed me if I was alive either.

Suddenly, a man in a business suit came storming down the street, shouting down the phone, coming towards me. I didn't move.

He ran right through me.

I shuddered. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. It was like diving into a cold bath, and emerging from it again.

I sighed, and decided to walk up to the hospital, to the morgue. Maybe I could find out something there.

As I passed, I saw my reflection in a shop window. I didn't look too bad. Pretty even. I was wearing my work clothes. Had I died in them? Perhaps.

I reached the doors to the hospital about five minutes later, and froze suddenly.

Sherlock.

Why had that name popped into my mind? Did I know a Sherlock?

I shook my head, and pressed on. Maybe the morgue would give me some answers.

A/N: Yes, I know, this chapter is pretty boring. But it will pick up soon enough, and will be a whirlwind of adventure!