Sherlock sat puzzling over the words of Cassandra when Molly appeared. He was used to this now, Molly suddenly being there and just as soon being gone. She giggled, wrapping an arm around him, "So Cassandra decided to mess with you eh?" The note tucked in Sherlock's pocket suddenly appeared in her hands, "I love it when she does this!"

"So what's the reason?"

"To see how much I pay attention to my pets of course!" Molly kissed his cheek and squealed, "Oh you totally have to come with me like now, remember that duel I told ya about? I won!"

Before Sherlock could protest, he endured the oddest experience to date. Molly clutched his forearm and suddenly the world burst into darkness hinted with strings of bright colors surrounding him, moving so quickly that they melded together. Then Molly let go, and he collapsed, suddenly able to breathe again. Before he even looked up (the carpet was a good indicator) he knew that he was in Molly's flat.

"Look!" Molly then proceeded to get in his face, holding up a black cat with white paws and blood red eyes, "This is Lucifer! I call him Lucy for short."

"Ah yes, on top of all the other indignities I have endured over these past millennia as well as being enslaved by yet another witch to do her bidding, I have to be renamed Lucy. That's all I've ever wanted. Really and truly it is. Hello mortal. If my master would put me down and stop dressing me up and all other nonsense she's been doing, I'd properly introduce myself."

Sighing, Sherlock rubbed his forehead, "Of course the cat talks."