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Chapter 2

John woke up with a start.

He had that terrible dream again about Sherlock falling, except this time he wasn't falling, he was flying. He jumped off the top of the hospital and flew over to John, "Come on John." He said taking his hand, "Let's go." And then John was lifted up into the air as he and Sherlock flew over the rooftops of London. It was wonderful until a voice came up from the city below asking him if he needed to lose a couple of pounds.

"What?" John said aloud, recalling his dream. He got up and stretched, when he heard that voice again asking about his weight. He looked around and then realized that the TV was still on. With a groan he fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off, then shuffled off into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. While he was waiting for the kettle to boil he began to think about this whole "Peter Pan Theory" as he was beginning to call it. Could Moriarty really kidnap Molly? John walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"What am I doing?" he said to the dial tone and hung up. "What am I going to say? 'Oh hi Molly just wanted to make sure that you weren't kidnapped by a dead man.' How stupid." He stomped back over to the stove and stood staring at the tea kettle, willing it to boil faster. "But what if I'm right?" John said aloud. He turned back to the phone, "I'll invite her out for lunch. It would be nice to chat with her." He reasoned as he dialed Molly's number. After a period of ringing and no answer at her flat, John slammed the phone back into the receiver. "Damn! She's not home!" he said as he turned back to the now whistling kettle. While he moved about fixing the tea he looked at the clock above the stove, "8:30… she could be at work!" He resolved, putting his tea cup down and phoned Bart's.

"St. Bart's Hospital. Martha Jones speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi Martha, its Dr. John Watson. How are you?"

"Great John! How are you doing?"

"I'm holding up. Listen is Molly in yet?"

"No, I haven't seen her yet today. Strange though she's usually in by now huh? Did you try her flat?"

"Yeah, she didn't pick up."

"Huh, well do you have her mobile? I'll give you the number."

"Could you? Ah you're the best Martha."

"No problem! Say, if she does come in I'll have her call you alright?"

"Yeah, thanks."

After writing down Molly's mobile and calling it with no success, John sat down with his tea feeling fairly defeated. Meanwhile Molly was just waking up in a pure white room. She thought for a moment that she was at Bart's but realized that she wouldn't be tied to a chair if she was at work. Looking around her she located a table and two more chairs, as well as a door with a window next to it with the shade pulled down. All of a sudden a figure walked by casting a gray outline of a person with one arm raised; except instead of a hand there was a hook.