She stood quietly in front of the door with a bouquet of flowers held between her sweating palms. She pulled her coat tighter and took a deep breath,
stepping up onto the doormat. It took all her resolve to lift the knocker and bring it down three and a half times – three long knocks and a shorter one - as they
had worked out before. He hadn't seen her in a while but she was worried about him. It wasn't good for a person to be all alone each and every day – not able to
get out much. But most of all, she missed him. She wasn't sure of what he would think of the flowers she brought but flowers cheered her up so they must at
least bring a smile to his face. She thought about the last time she'd been over. She'd advised him to get out a bit – go for a vacation – to the ocean or the
someplace like that. She said it might do him some good to get some sun. He'd declined the offer of course, saying he'd prefer to stay where he was. He could tell
that he worried her – he could always tell about that sort of thing. She took a deep breath and was about to knock again when the door opened and she saw
him standing there. "Molly," he said softly – just her name and nothing more. "Sherlock. I've missed you."