It occurred several years after the Return. Sherlock Holmes had been welcomed back with shock, awe, applause, and several rather spectacular punches from one Dr. Watson, which were quickly followed with a relieved hug.

Dr. Molly Hooper's role in the deception had been revealed and she was met with scorn, mistrust, and anger.

But this was years ago and tempers had settled and reason had ultimately reigned. Molly and Sherlock were forgiven their treachery and life had returned to as close to normal as the Baker Street Bunch could ever hope to attain.

John married a lovely woman named Mary Morstan and had two children with her. He and Sherlock still went on cases together, but not with the old frequency. There just wasn't the time.

So who did our favorite Consulting Detective turn to when he was in need of an assistant? Who did he go to when he desired the odd companionship and his skull Cromwell just didn't do the trick? Who supplied him with body parts, samples, and his favorite microscope? Why, Doctor Molly Hooper of course! The One Who Counted! The one who had killed Sherlock Holmes and brought him back to life! Shame that he had such a hard time remembering that. Even bigger shame that even after almost forty years of life he still didn't know when to shut up and leave a person alone.