The time is passing slowly.

Dust motes turn visible and invisible in a yacto-second.

A yellow face on the opposite wall smiles up at the view.

Breathing is coming in and coming out.

Even and slow. Even and slow.

Eyes are fluttered closed.

Dark curls on his head, mused.

A pen is twirling in his fingers.

Once. Anti-clockwise.

Then clockwise.

The left foot taps a rhythm, unconsciously on the carpeted floor.

One. Two. Three.

One. Two. Three.

An experiment. With Bunsen burners.

Copper when fixed with oxygen burns green-blue. The colour of his eyes.

Sodium when mixed with oxygen burns orange. Her favourite fruit.

Lithium when mixed with oxygen burns red. Desire.

Flame tests. An elementary lesson in Chemistry.

All going round and round in his mind.

He is starting from the scratch.

A second chance.

Her name involuntarily resounds throughout the room.

A single word is uttered. No more.

His heart rate escalates.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The name that leaves his mouth is loud and clear.

No hesitation. His eyes wide open.

Sherlock's –

"Molly".