"Oh, I see you got another picture of that blue box of yours," John looked at the giant cluster of various photos, and newspaper clippings all depicting a blue police box. But, this new picture was different it was of a man. He was tall and slim and- hmm that's odd-he was wearing a red sort of cap. He knew what it was called but just couldn't remember. He thought about it for a bit and Sherlock sat in silence. He was obviously in his mind palace and wouldn't pay attention to John staring at his wall. Now he knew it was a fez- that's what the red cap was called. But that itching feeling was still there. He knew this man from somewhere. Where? That was the question. He racked his brain but couldn't seem to remember ever seeing the man. Sherlock stirred and came out of his mind palace.

"You've seen him too then?" He asked, ignoring the fact that he hadn't moved for the past ten minutes.

"Hmm yes, I've seen him, but. . . I don't know where." John was still puzzled.

"He's someone you know," he smirked.

"Oh I'm getting hints now?! Isn't this nice?!" John threw up his hands as he shouted. Then he folded his arms trying to remember when he ever saw this man. Defeated, he turned to Sherlock. "Fine, go on, who is it?" Sherlock smiled. He had won this round in a game John didn't want to play.

"Well, you walk past the picture every time we go see my girlfriend. You should know who it is." John spun around. He looked as if he had just been electrocuted.

"You have a girlfriend?! That we visit? Since when?!" He exclaimed practically shouting. Sherlock just smiled. (He had been doing that more often. Not normal.)

"Why do you seemed so surprised I'm allowed to have a girlfriend, aren't I?" It was almost a challenge. John searched his ever changing eyes trying to seek the truth. Sherlock held his stare and confirmed the fact that he wasn't lying.

"Well," John became suddenly interested in the dusty floor. "I suppose so, it's just..."

"What?" Sherlock seemed surprised.

"Well, the last girlfriend you had, you were using to break into a building in which you got shot." John almost chuckled. It was taking all of his might to restrain his smile. Sherlock cocked his head trying to gage his attitude and inflection.

"Well, umm, who is it?" John broke the silence that had manifested itself in the dusty room filled with various body parts. Sorry, "experiments" as Sherlock insisted they were called.

"Mmm?" Sherlock looked up. "I thought it was obvious." He looked confused and tried to read John's expression. Seeing John was genuinely confused he sighed.

"Who is it then?" John was getting irritated why didn't Sherlock just plain say things. Not everything has to be clever.

"It's Molly." he looked embarrassed. But John was shocked.

"Our Molly, the one you drag all around London to look at dead bodies? Is that what you call a date or something?"

"Yup." Sherlock got up and out on his coat and the notorious scarf. "Coming?"

"Aren't you going to tell me who he is?" John was still standing in the middle of the room motionless.

"You mean you don't know?" John shook his head like it was obvious.

"It's her dad." Sherlock tied his scarf and took the steps two at a time his coat billowing behind him.

John was confused and inspected the picture more closely. He realized that he had seen his picture this was just a younger version of him. He suddenly remembered seeing him a little older standing with a young Molly whose hair was up in pigtails beaming. There was also a woman there. She must be her mom. She was so happy looking. She had on bright red pumps that matched Molly's red Mary Janes. They all looked so happy. Molly didn't talk about her parents much. They both died pretty young. She had spent most of her teens living with her Aunt Clara and her Grammy and Gramps as she called them.

"You coming?" Sherlock called up the stairs. He was very impatient. John tore his gaze from the picture and proceeded down the steps.

"Yeah," He stood with Sherlock as they waited for a cab. "Where are we going anyways?" Sherlock gave him the "are you kidding me" look again and sighed.

"To pick up Molly of course! Then to the Crawely residence I need to look for a blue box."

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"There is no need to ring the bell, Molly, it's been abandoned for years." Sherlock stated. She looked at the ground,

"Sorry, I forgot." Sherlock realized his mistake and tried but failed to apologize.

"No, no it's ok, you were err, just being respectful, I'm sure. Yes! That's it." he seemed excited with himself. John chuckled, as it was probably the first apology he had ever made.

They headed inside the estate. Sherlock headed right for the scene of the crime, but Molly lingered in the great hall starring in the mirror.

"Molly this is not the time to check your makeup,"Sherlock yelled as he climbed the Victorian steps.

"Its not that, its just that I, I..." She stammered looking stunned.

"What is it?" Sherlock looked concerned and started to descend the steps. "Are you ok?" His voice got soft. John had only ever heard him use that voice when he had been talking to a hurt mutt in the alley they had encountered one day while on a case. Sherlock had stopped the entire case just to help the poor mutt. He had used the same voice to calm it down.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just this mirror." She paused, "It has the sames pattern on it as my dad's old pocket watch." She giggled like a little girl. "I know this is silly but I used to make sense of the circles. I even made an alphabet out of them. You see I pretended that the little circle were words and that they spelled out sentences and stories. Actually they were all about my dad traveling in this blue box and all of his adventures in space." She smiled bashfully. "I was a silly kid you know. " she was laughing but Sherlock looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Molly? Would you be able to translate these circles?" Sherlock pronounced every word with great effort. Molly looked confused but nodded.

"Sure I guess I could but it was just pretend, you know." Sherlock gestured to the mirror. "Ok, it says. . .

Authors' Note- Cliff Hanger! Please read and review!