Sherlock walked toward the car that would take him home to 221B Baker Street. To more evidence of what he has lost today, more of Eurus's destruction. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. It is what it is.
"I need to see Molly."
"Sherlock," his best friend murmured behind him, "I think maybe you should, it's been a long day, tomor…"
"No, John" Sherlock insisted sharply as his face twisted in quiet anguish, "I need... I need to see her." His face dissolved.
"Alright, ok mate."
Sherlock turned to his friend, "John, I need to go alone." His eyes pleaded with his best friend, wanting him to understand.
"Alright, well, you know where to find me," John put an understanding hand on his friend's shoulder.
Sherlock slowly walked up the steps to Molly Hooper's front door. His lungs felt shallow as he breathed in the cold night air. Finally he knocked softly on the door. Through the small window at the top of the door he saw Molly come around the corner and stop short when she saw him.
Molly, please.
She slowly stepped towards the door, her eyes never leaving his. They stood there, on either side of the door, looking bleakly at each other. Molly's lips were held in a taut line. Sherlock silently begged her to open the door, allow him to explain.
Finally, Molly opened the door to him hesitantly. She didn't trust him. She may never trust him again. Sherlock stepped into the warm light that filled her home. The door shut behind him.