I don't own Sherlock, or Adele songs.
Molly Hooper is in her living room, pottering around. Toby was getting under her feet so she put him outside; so now it is just her, dancing away to the music on the radio. She's just got into listening to the radio recently, before she'd stuck to CDs and DVDs but now she likes the randomness of the music stations, never knowing what song will come up next. Just before, there was a song from a musical – something about wanting someone back again – but now it is a bouncy song by Adele, 'Rolling in the Deep'. She likes this song, and is bopping around the room, dusting her many china ornaments. As she dusts, she sings along to some of the song, the few lines she knows.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help thinking
Don't make jokes, Molly
We could have had it all…
Wait. That wasn't right. It fit with the music, but there was a line there that didn't make sense. Frowning, she listened again.
You had my heart inside your hand
and you played it to the beat.
You've always counted and I've always trusted you.
Baby, I have no story to be told…
How did he do that? How did he put that in a song like that? He's dead! Isn't he?
She had stopped bopping, and was now standing stock-still in the middle of her living room. Toby had found a way in, and was purring around her ankles, and she absentmindedly picked him up and started stroking, still listening intently. A few lines later, there was another message:
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
My place, five minutes
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold…
Molly didn't hear any more, as she was out of the building and on her way to Baker Street before you could say 'St Bart's'.