"Come on Sherlock. It will be fun." Molly begged. They were both now dressed and they had eaten lunch. Molly was trying to talk Sherlock into walking down to the 'populated' area of the town.

"I don't want to go." Sherlock pouted. Molly thought he was acting like a child again.

"Why not?"

"It will be a tourist trap; gift shops everywhere, cheesy diners that are trying to look real, and lots of people trying to take pictures of faked landmarks. It will be boring."

"It's either that or sitting here in the cabin, doing nothing."

Sherlock had to admit that she did have a point. He signed and went to get his coat. Molly smiled and went to get her coat, hat, and gloves. Sherlock gave her a 'Really? All that for a little walk?' look.

"I get cold." She said. "Anyways, the snow isn't coming down too bad so we'll get back before it really starts to come down." Sherlock just nodded and went out the door. When he had locked the front door, they went on their way. They had been walking for awhile down the dirt path when Molly couldn't take the silence any longer,

"What's your favorite color?" she blurted.

"Molly we are not going to spend this walk talking about feelings and silly things."

"I realized something when I was in that cell. I really don't know anything about you."

"That's the way it's supposed to be." He said, getting annoyed. "People can use you to get to me. The less you know, the safer you are."

"Oh, of course. Some man will find out what your favorite color is and suddenly he will know your exact location and everything about you" she said sarcastically. "Don't you trust me? I promise I won't ask any 'deep' questions."

"I'm not sure what my favorite color is." He said after awhile. "I've never really thought of it."

"Mine's pink. What's your favorite animal?"

Sherlock sighed "I liked to see the otters at the zoo when I was really young."

"Mine a cat. I have a cat, you know. His name is Toby." Sherlock just rolled his eyes. "Favorite food?"

"Bread and butter"

"Ok then. Mine would have to be macaroni and cheese. Favorite dessert?"

"Cake"

"Ok. I liked ice cream. What's your favorite type of ice cream?"

"Vanilla"

"Me too. Favorite dog breed?"

"This is pointless Molly." Sherlock signed. He was getting tired of the questions.

"That's the point. None of these things could really be used against you. They are just random facts" she explained.

There was some silence for awhile as they kept walking. Molly could start to see the dirt road getting wider. That meant they were getting closer to town. She could see shops and a lot of restaurants. There was a flower shop and a clothing store and many other stores.

"Let's go in here" Molly said, pointing to a green house. They walked inside and were immediately welcomed by the warm, humid air. An old man came up and asked if they need any help finding something. "Oh no, we're just looking." Molly replied, politely. She walked around looking at all the flowers. She even bent down to smell some of them.

"I like Great Danes." Sherlock said suddenly. It took Molly a moment to realize that he was answering her question from before.

"I like beagles. My aunt used to have a beagle that I would play with all the time. His name was Gonzo. My aunt named him after a clown. I am not sure why she did that; she hated clowns. I never really asked." Molly could detect a small smile from Sherlock. She smiled back and went on looking at the flowers. After the flower shop they went to a gift shop, where Sherlock decided to comment on how boring the shop was. Needless to say, the owner and Sherlock got into an argument so Molly and Sherlock decided (after they were thrown out of the store) that they should find someplace else to look. Soon they found themselves outside of a restaurant. It was 6:30 and they decided that was a good time for dinner.

"You have any money?" Molly asked Sherlock.

"Enough for dinner at this place" he replied. They both walked in to find that it was practically empty.

"Why isn't anyone here?" Molly asked. There were two other tables that had people at them.

"It's the snow. Everyone is afraid they will get stuck here if they get snowed in." said the waitress. "Pick a table wherever you like. I'll get you two a candle; makes it romantic."

"Oh we aren't a couple. We don't need a….and she's didn't listen" Molly said, as the waitress walked away. Molly wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a glimmer of amusement in Sherlock when they brought the candle out.

Most of the dinner was eaten in silence. The food wasn't too bad. Sherlock even ate most of his food. Molly was happy and content. She wasn't worried; wasn't working. She was just sitting having a nice dinner. When they were finished, Molly turned to the door. She caught a glace of something white out of the window.

"Hello?" Sherlock said, answering his cell phone. "What is it John? Snow in? What do you mean you are snowed in?

"Oh no" The snow was coming down in sheets now. Molly could barely see the road from the window. Sherlock looked up and saw what she was looking at.

"Put your coat on. Get your things. We need to get out of here and back to the cabin." Sherlock grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the merciless blizzard.