I woke up in the bedroom. It was dark outside, so I had no idea what time it was, and I didn't really care enough to want to check. Everything seemed so unreal. It felt like I had just woken up from the worst dream I had ever had in my entire life. I didn't know if I was still dreaming and if what had happened was even real at all. After something like that,myou start to question reality I guess. I heard movement from behind the door and I panicked. It was him. He found me. He was back and he was angry and he was going to kill me. I jumped up from my resting place and slid myself under the bed. I wasn't going to let this happen again. My breathing had started to become heavier and I had started to hyperventilate. I placed my hand over my mouth so he couldn't heard me.

The door opened and I noticed this person had only socks on, like he had been here a while. Had John and Sherlock invited him to stay for tea? This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. I accidentally let out a squeak, but the man hadn't heard it. At least I had hoped he hadn't.

"Who was watching Molly last?" I heard a voice say. It wasn't as gruff as Greg's and it wasn't as deep as his either. "She isn't in here."

There was movement and mover feet appeared. There were now three sets of feet. One socked pair, one barefoot pair, and one pair with shoes on. I didn't know whether to move or not, so I just made myself smaller. I grabbed my knees with my hands and pulled them to my chest. I laid my head on the ground and I just waited.

"She couldn't have gone far. Did we check the bathroom? She didn't leave the through trough the door, that's for sure. We would have noticed. We were right there." The first voice had spoken again. He didn't sound panicked, only worried. They were looking for me. I was pretty sure the voice was John, but I couldn't be to sure of anything anymore. So I just laid there and watched the feet. The pair with shoes left momentarily before returning. No sound was made.

"I'll go check with Mrs. Hudson just in care she did somehow leave the room." The bare feet left. I could hear him walking through the room next door before everything sweet silent again. I couldn't hear anything. No movement, no breathing, nothing. Then a voice.

"Molly?" This was a familiar voice. One I hear in my dreams sometimes. One that promised me the world. The voice that could bring sentries nation to its knees. "Molly?" The voice got softer. This was the voice that I found comfort in when times got hard. This was the voice that made me cry for good reasons. This was the voice I heard that night.

"I'm under here." I sighed. I could finally feel safe again. I slid out from under my hiding place and rested at the foot of the bed. John and Mycroft were standing there with easy expressions on their face.

"Why don't you go tell Sherlock we found her." Mycroft didn't bother to look at John when he said it. And so John left and shut the door behind him.

Mycroft came and sat next to me. He went to place his hand around my shoulder to comfort me, before pausing and giving me the 'Am I allowed to?" look. I nodded, not knowing how physical contact was going to be. he gently placed his arm around me and I jumped, but just slightly. I started to shiver, so he moved closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and I began to silently cry.

There was a knock on the door, but I hadn't noticed. I just saw Mycroft shoo the person with his hand, and they left.

"Why-" I began. But I stopped. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I s couldn't find words and I still hadn't wrapped my mind around what had happened. "Is-" I started again, quieter than before. I just shook my head and laid it back on his shoulder.

He didn't say anything, and we just silently sat there for what felt like hours.

"What happened to me?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask.