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Molly sat on the side of Sherlock's bed staring at the floor. Sherlock had been quiet while he wondered around his mind palace. Molly couldn't take the silence and decided to see if the connection would stretch.

Placing her hand over Sherlock's wrist she relaxed and imagined herself looking for Sherlock's train of thought. Reaching through her own mind she saw what looked like a door. Reaching for it, she pulled it open.

Looking through the door she saw a slightly elegant but mostly defensive castle sat on top of a hill. Stepping through and making her way to the top, Molly looked around. Everything on the edge of her vision was blurry, but the castle was in complete focus. She came to the draw bridge and found it to look slightly aggressive from where she stood. Looking down at the moat below that she hadn't seen from further back, she noticed it was an acid yellow and bubbled.

Stepping back from the edge Molly looked for another way in, but the walls where too high. Walking around see saw a small section of slightly crumbly wall. Taking a deep breath, she ran and jumped, landing on the small patch of grass between the moat and the wall.

Taking a sigh of relief she stood and examined the wall. Putting pressure on the cracks and slamming into the wall hard looked like the best option. Using all of her body weight, Molly slammed her shoulder into the wall, and then again. Continuing to push into it until her efforts were finally paid off as the wall cracked and she tumbled through.

Getting to her feet Molly saw many lines of defence for the main castle which was bigger than she first expected. Moving forward carefully Molly stepped over the spikes in the ground and around a hidden pit.

Feeling exhausted Molly stopped before the main castle. This adventure had tired her mind out, and she closed her eyes.

As she opened them again she found herself back in the hospital room holding Sherlock's wrist. She stood quickly almost falling over before realising Sherlock wouldn't notice her touching him. She winced. Not a good train of thought to continue.

Sitting in her chair again Molly rested her head in her hands. Thinking about where she had just been she realised it must have been Sherlock's 'Mind Palace', but other than that Molly struggled to remember details.

After a few minutes Molly could feel her eyes closing of their own accord and her head began to droop. Laying out over the two chairs Molly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Dreams were normally welcome to Molly's mind, but tonight she felt a new slightly scary presence. As she sank into her dream the felling of being heavy limbed took over. Looking around she saw she was in the kitchen of 221B. On the armchair in the corner sat Sherlock, plucking his violin.

"Molly?" He asked suddenly looking up. "How did you get into my dream?!" He asked quickly dropping his violin and standing up to face her.

Looking up into his face Molly never felt so alive or relived. "I-I didn't mean to, I mean it just sort of happened, and I'm sorry, and-and..." Molly could never speak to Sherlock.

"No one has ever been in my dreams before. What makes you special. Maybe you are just a figment of my imagination. Yes that's it, you're not real! Ha! And when I wake up I won't be in a coma. Thank God." He said now completely ignoring her.

"Sherlock?" Molly whispered. He turned to look at her.

"What?" He asked harshly.

Molly gulped. "I'm not a dream. You're in a coma. You saved my life. I'm sorry Sherlock." She knew Sherlock could she in her face she wasn't lying.

"Nonsense! It's just a bad dream. You'll see when I wake up! Well, you won't actually see, I'll be the one doing the seeing, but I'll have to store this in the nightmare part of my mind palace and see if I've had dreams about being in a coma before."

He stormed away to what she presumed was his room before she collapsed onto the couch.

"Oh I'm so sorry Sherlock. This is all my fault. I should never have come with you to that crime scene. Oh it's all my fault that Sherlock might die. I don't want him to die. Please don't die." Molly couldn't seem to stop herself from speaking her thoughts as she began to wake up.

She gasped as she woke to see John coming into the room. She turned to see the time was 3:24 am on the clock above her head. "Sorry to wake you. I brought coffee." John said sitting next to her and offering out a cup.

Taking it gladly and thanking him, Molly finished it off quickly. "How are you feeling?" She asked quietly as she looked over at him.

He shrugged. "I don't really know. It's not the same as when he "died" because I can see him in front of me, and I know it's him. It's really hard to explain. I just want him to sit up and comment that I "shouldn't let the sentiment talk" or something as equally ridiculous. I just want him to wake up."

Molly nodded. "I understand." He didn't need pity. He needed a distraction.

"Do want to help me finish the case for Lestrade?" Molly asked cautiously.

John nodded and they got up and left, unaware that Sherlock was following them.

A/N: Im really glad so many of you are enjoying this! Leave a review and I'll get another chapter up for Saturday. Have a nice weekend tomorrow! Or if you are reading this on a Friday, today! Or on Saturday/Sunday also today! If it's a Monday then sorry, but you are no where near the weekend until you get to Wednesday, when I'll say, have a nice weekend in two days!

You see, I count Friday as a weekend. Yup. :3

Do you want more Walking Dreams on Sunday? If so then leave a review and I'll be right on it. :) If so, it will only be short, but fun.