*knock* *knock* *knock* Molly quickly awakens to the clambering sound on the front door. Its 6am on a Saturday morning, what in the world is going on? Heavy-eyed she walks slowly to the front door, dragging her feet along the matted old navy coloured carpet. "Who is it?" Molly enquires. There is a long awkward silence from behind the door. Finally a small sound is heard. "It's me, Jim… I really need your help" sobs Mr Moriarty from the other side. Instantly alert, Molly swings the door open in hopes of meeting with those perfect hazel eyes once more. This time though, they were dark and full with tears. "Come in, what's wrong?" Molly asks in compassion. As she carefully ties her long brunette hair back into a bun, Molly offers Jim a cuppa, "Tea or coffee?" Jim politely shakes his head as if to say "No thanks". Siting opposite one another, Jim begins to explain why he's so upset.
"I'm sorry to disturb you like this Molly, i just really need someone to talk to and you're the only person in this neighbourhood that I know"
"That's ok Jim, what's the matter?"
"Well, my twin brother was murdered last night, I woke up early and saw it all over the news… I've never had to deal with such a huge loss before" Mr Moriarty weeps, his tears plastic and fake. Molly sits next to Jim and moves in closer to comfort him, "I'm here for you if you ever need anything" she says in an attempt to console him. Jim slowly slips his arms around Molly's shoulders and leans in to give her a hug. I have her right where I need her, she's just another pawn in my giant chess game.