Molly walked the streets of London lost in thought. Her cheeks were wet from the tears that were now streaming down her face. This very morning she had decided to confront Sherlock with the call. She did not have the chance, however, because Sherlock did not want to talk to her.

John hadn't noticed that the door was still open and so Molly was able to listen to every word of their conversation. She left when she heard that Sherlock didn't want to talk to her and he called them just friends and nothing more.
It broke her heart. Secretly, she had wished that this call would spark something between them and that his confession of love was meant seriously.

And now she walked through the streets and thought about what she had heard.

'Sister? So he has a sister. Apparently she wanted to cause me harm and it was probably her who put the cameras in my flat. And how did John know about the call? she wondered.

Molly concluded that Sherlock was forced to say these words and none of it was serious.

Again, she felt a piece of her heart breaking. All of a sudden her plan came back to her mind and if she wanted to protect her heart from breaking for good, she had to put it into action. But she needed support.

So she went to her only friend, who knew about her feelings for the Consulting Detective and had endured her infatuation with him for quite some time.
Molly knew exactly where to find her. After all, it was her colleague and she was working the late shift today.

A short time later she arrived at the building she was all too familiar with and immediately went in the direction where she thought she would find her colleague Meena.

She found Meena in the mortuary, bent over a corpse, and when Molly entered the room, the person in question straightened up and looked at her in a slightly confused way.

"Oh, hello Molly. What are you doing here? Didn't you have something important to do today?" she then asked and immediately continued when she saw the face of her friend and colleague. Her cheeks were wet and shiny and her eyes were red.

"What happened?" she then asked in a worried tone and walked towards her. She took off her gloves and then pulled Molly's arms.

Due to the loving gesture of her colleague, Molly could not help but let her tears flow again and cry against her friend's shoulder.
Meena said nothing, allowed it to happen and gently stroked her back and hair.
She knew about Molly's feelings towards the detective and then thought that the conversation had apparently not gone well.

"The conversation didn't go well, did it?" she asked a little later, after Molly had calmed down a bit.

Molly moved away from her shoulder and wiped the tears from her face.

"He wouldn't talk to me. I heard it by chance and also that he was probably forced into the call and the words."

Yes, Meena knew about the call. Molly had told her the next day. Well, more likely Meena had noticed that something was wrong and she kept going until Molly couldn't stand it any more and told her everything.

"Meena, I just can't do this any more! I'm tired of running after a man who thinks I'm so insignificant he doesn't even feel the need to explain it all to me," Molly sobbed again.

Meena knew exactly what Molly meant and could understand it.
"And what are you going to do now?"

"I need to get Sherlock out of my thoughts and my heart. I must forget him," Molly replied.

"And how are you going to do that?" asked her colleague further.

But before Molly could answer, the door to the mortuary opened and a small, fat man with sparse hair came in.

"Meena, I -"
"Oh, hello, Molly, I didn't know you were still here. Didn't you finish your shift today?" asked the older man.

"Hello Mr. Johnson. Yes that's right but I needed to talk to Meena," she replied, trying to wipe the tears from her face as discreetly as possible.

Mr Johnson looked at her sceptically.
"Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt you two but I have a small problem. I won't be long"

"What is it Mr. Johnson?" asked Meena curiously.

"I have just learned that our partner institution, the University Hospital in Waterford, has a staff shortage and they are urgently looking for an experienced pathologist to refer the newcomers. Well, and I thought of you, Meena?" the gentleman told the two women.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson. I'm honored and as much as I'd like to do it, I can't. I'm sorry."

Molly listened to them attentively all the time. She knew that Meena could not and would not leave London. She had lived here all her life and had met a nice young man a few weeks ago who she said was the right man.
The conversation became more heated. The discussion was heated but Molly couldn't help but digress with her thoughts.

Another hospital, in another country. Away from London. Away from Sherlock Holmes. The perfect opportunity to put my plan into action and leave Sherlock behind'.

And before she knew it, the words were already out of her mouth.

"I'll do it. I'll go!"

A little smile formed on Mr. Johnson's face.

"Very good, Molly! Just come to my office tomorrow and we'll discuss everything else," he said and headed for the exit.
Now that he was gone, Meena turned to her in shock and looked at her with eyes wide open.

"Molly? Are you serious?" she asked. Still perplexed by the statement of her colleague.

"Meena. Do you remember? I wanted to forget Sherlock. And how better to do that than to leave London and start all over again in another country? This is perfect. And besides, if I don't do it, then you have to go and you can't go. Your whole life is here and besides, you have Aidan now."

"Yeah, OK, that's true, but are you really sure you want to do this? After all, we're talking about a different country."

"Absolutely. And Meena, yes, it is a different country but not that far away. We can still see each other and phone each other regularly. I think a change of scenery would be just what I need right now," Molly answered her honestly and smiled at her slightly.

Yes, it really seemed to be the ideal solution to her problem. After all, what better way to forget someone than to remove yourself from your life? Molly was suddenly happy and not at all scared about what she would expect. But her initial joy was quickly dampened when she heard Meena's next words.

"Okay but what about your friends and your goddaughter? You would have to leave them all behind."

Her friends. Mrs Hudson, Greg, John and Sherlock. At least that's what he said. And Rosie, of course. Her sweet little goddaughter. It was true. She'd have to leave them all behind.

"Yes, that's true. But this is Ireland we're talking about. You talk like I'm on the other side of the world. Of course I come here for the important days and celebrations... I just have to think of myself now. If I stay here, this will never end. I will keep on doing it until my heart and I are finally broken. I just have to leave. Do you understand that?" Molly then explained to her colleague in a slightly pleading voice.

"Of course I understand that. I just wanted you to be really sure.
Oh Molly, I'm going to miss you," Meena replied and pulled her tightly into her arms once more.