AN: This is a shorter chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. I'm on a busier service right now so it's taking me a bit longer than I would like to finish it. Hopefully I'll post the next update sometime next week. Feedback as usual is always appreciated. Also if you have any questions about medical terms feel free to message me!

After lunch, Molly returned to the convention center to attend an afternoon course. It was one she was looking forward to about recognizing infectious disease in the lungs. She was particularly excited because it seemed like it would be helpful to her for autopsies. Molly glanced down at her watch and realized she was already a few minutes late. When she found the room, it was packed full of people. Molly instantly regretted getting dessert with lunch. If she had skipped it maybe she could have gotten to the lecture early and gotten a seat closer to the front. She settled for one in the middle of the back row. The lecturer was charismatic and his lecture was well thought out. Molly was quickly engrossed by the subject. The different features of aspergillus were particularly helpful.

Halfway through the first part of the lecture Molly noticed someone had taken the seat next to her. Through her peripheral vision she could see they were dressed in a grey suit. Who would even bother wearing a suit to one of these things she wondered to herself. Molly continued to try to focus on the lecture. She couldn't help but feel like he was watching her. She also was slightly perturbed by the fact that he was wearing the same cologne Jim wore. But she didn't want to be rude to look at him so she made up her mind to figure out who he was during the break. When the break came Molly made her way through the crowd of people to the hallway to get some coffee. As she was walking out, she noticed the man with the grey suit had left. I guess the lecture wasn't for him she chuckled to herself. Besides she thought to herself- how silly would it be for Jim to be attending a pathology conference. After the afternoon course was over, she decided to grab some take out for dinner. She had enough of interacting with people for the day. Clearly she was stressed out too because she kept hallucinating Jim's presence everywhere. It would be good for her to relax and watch a movie.

Molly made it back to her hotel room without much fuss. She did notice her suitcase had been moved again, but displaced any thoughts of someone purposefully messing with her. It was probably just the cleaning people. The one thing that bothered her was the door adjoining her room to the next one was unlocked. She remembered checking the lock when she first checked in. Perhaps the cleaning people had done something with it she justified to herself as she switched the lock. All of those thoughts made her feel quite stressed. After she finished her dinner, Molly decided that a nice hot shower would do just the trick to help her relax.

The hot droplets of water hit Molly's back. The stress melted away as she stood in the shower letting the water stream down her back. She got out of the shower and got into her most comfy set of pajamas. She poured herself a glass of wine from a bottle she had bought for herself earlier as a treat for being done with her lecture. As she switched through the TV channels mindlessly, she felt her blood run cold as she heard the door adjoining her room to the next open. Molly ran through the scenarios in her mind. She knew she had locked the door. There was no way someone could have unlocked it from the other side. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her and she was misinterpreting a sound from the TV. Molly muted the TV as she sat quietly waiting for a sound. A few minutes had passed and nothing happened, she got up to check the door. It was closed. Molly pressed her ear against the door trying to figure out if the other room was occupied. She didn't hear anything through the door. It must be all the stress she thought as she sighed a breath of relief.

Molly began making her way back to the bed when she felt an arm grab her waist. Instinctively she began to scream as she felt a hand slip over her mouth. Her nose picked up a familiar scent and instantly she knew it was Jim. She could feel the hand on her waist turning her to face him. He stood there inches from her smirking at her in his perfectly tailored suit. Molly was so mad she couldn't think as he roughly pressed his lips over hers swallowing her scream. She pushed him away. "What are you doing?" she asked him breathlessly, "You haven't contacted me in months and now you're just in my hotel room?" "Well you were the one trying to make me jealous, Molls. I just wouldn't have any of it. I know you aren't stupid. Besides, I was very interested in your talk. It was very good by the way," Jim said squinting his eyes at her with slight displeasure that she had halted his advances.