Molly Hooper was strange. Of course, being the daughter of the town loon didn't make it hard to call her that. She was different from everyone in the English country town; she read and she didn't care about how she looked. Every batchelor within five miles wanted to marry her and would fight for her hand, if it ever came to it. She was that beautiful. Long, mousey brown hair that fell down between her shoulder blades accompanied by wide, chocolate eyes and a frail figure made her an irresistible prize.
She was a good friend of Detective Inspector Lestrade, working with him very often and very well. If no one in his own police force could figure it out, Miss Molly Hooper would have the answer. She looked and it was there. But this was only the second most unusual thing about her.
She cut up bodies for fun. No joke.
That was the way that she helped Lestrade the most. Mysterious death? Just ask her and she'll do a full autopsy to tell you what happened. She was a weird one, that girl. Domesticity would be good for her. It would calm her down enough to raise a child. Even her father thought so. Her work was frowned upon, as was the reading; a girl shouldn't be smarter than her husband, let alone think.
Molly had read since she was in her teens, from brilliant classics like Great Expectations to crappy vampire romances like Twilight. She enjoyed fairy tales, too, stories about princesses and dragons and knights in shining armour. Morals were important to her and her life was ruled by them. She read to the children who lived nearby and occasionally even to the corpses in the morgue.
She'd talk to them, sometimes, pointing out where the characters meet and how their relationships change and bloom while wishing it would happen to her. But Molly's life was ordinary.
Oh, was she in for a surprise.