Molly stepped cautiously out the taxi, onto the pavement by Speedy's. It was only a few steps to 221 - a dozen, tops - but in those heels she'd chosen in a moment of panic, it felt like a marathon. Snow lay thinly on the ground (a white Christmas for once!) and the multi-coloured fairy lights warmed her internally. Tonight, she'd tell him. With actual words, not by forgetting everything when he was near. Still cautious of falling over, she made her way to the black door and up the flight of stairs to the 221B Christmas party.