Weeks passed and slowly the day of the move came closer. Molly spent the last weeks packing her things, preparing for the move and exploring her new home. From the very first sight of the landscape and her new home she was thrilled. She was looking forward to her new life in Ireland. But she was also sad to leave her friends behind.

In the last weeks she had often met John and Rosie. She told him about Ireland, her new job and the small village where her new home would be. She was excited. John tried to support her decision as much as possible and to be happy with her. However, he was sad to lose his girlfriend and Rosie her godmother. Molly also learned from him that the renovation of the flat was almost complete. The men Mycroft had hired seemed to be doing a great and fast job. He had actually planned to have a small housewarming party but Sherlock refused.

Sherlock had seen them a few more times in the lab or at the morgue since they had last met. At first their encounters were still pretty tense, but as time went by they became more relaxed and almost back to the way they were before. This was mainly because Molly had decided not to quarrel with Sherlock. So she literally put on a good face for the bad game. Despite the fact that she was still hurt and could hardly stand his presence, she always tried to be friendly and put on a smile.

She was just putting the last things she wanted to donate or get rid of into the boxes. It was Friday evening. The moving company had already picked up all her belongings that Molly would no longer need in London a week ago and moved them to her new home in Ireland. Thank God her new home was fully furnished so that Molly could sleep in her own bed until the day of her flight.

Tomorrow is the day. She would leave London, her home for all these years, behind. She would leave Sherlock behind and hopefully be able to start a new life in Ireland without a thought of the Consulting Detective.

A little later she closed the last box, put it with the others and looked around once more in her now almost empty flat. She remembered the times she used to sit on her couch with Meena, drinking wine and chatting and laughing about men and other things. The times when Sherlock was "a guest" at her place after he had faked his death for the whole world. She hadn't noticed much of him during that time, as he was mostly in her bedroom.

Then she stood in her kitchen and thought of the day to which she owed all this somehow. The phone call, how Sherlock confessed his love to her on the phone and she revealed her heart. Her gaze wandered to the spot where she smashed her phone against the wall.

Slowly her eyes filled with tears. With all her strength she tried to wink them away.

Then suddenly, the message signal of her phone brought her back from her thoughts to the present. When she looked at the sender, her heart took a little jump. Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly opened the message.

You know where to find me. SH

She read the message and rolled her eyes.

What did he want now?' she asked herself.

Then she remembered that John had told her that the renovations had been completed. Maybe he just wanted to tell her with this message. Perhaps he had also sent the message to several recipients.

However, she was puzzled and wondered briefly whether she should go to Baker Street after all. It was probably the last time she would see him.

She looked down at herself for a moment and decided to change. At the moment she was only wearing lumpy sweatpants and a sloppy jumper.

If she was to see him for the last time, it would be in an outfit he would never forget,' she thought and searched her boxes for her clothes.

As London was currently being hit by a cold front, she decided on a dark blue wool dress and slightly warmer tights. Then she picked out her boots and went into the bathroom. She jumped into the shower, put on some make-up and put on the clothes she had taken off before. A quick look in the mirror showed her a completely different Molly but she thought she looked good.

'If you're going to do it, do it' she thought and smiled to herself.

Then she took her phone, money and bag, put on her coat and finally went out the door. On her way to Baker Street. The last time.