Life went on. Sherlock had found a new flatmate, a retired army doctor named John Watson. Sherlock continued to visit the morgue, but occasionally John came with him if it wasn't the odd hours of the night. John was nice. He was a nice, sensible, kind man….almost the polar opposite of Sherlock. Molly often wondered how to two could share a flat together at all, but despite their differences they seemed to get on. John was the kind of man who was right for Molly. They got on a friends, to the onlooker their personalities were perfectly matched. Molly knew she was supposed to fall for men like John, sensible, polite men. But she didn't feel anything more than friendship. She seemed to be attracted to dangerous, mysterious people. People like Sherlock. Sherlock came to the morgue less and less now. Molly wondered if it was a lack of cases, or because of John. She knew many people questioned their relationship- and if there was something more, but Molly knew Sherlock. He wasn't that kind of person. She didn't know about John Watson.