Molly Hooper stared up at the train station. What exactly had she been thinking? What was the plan? That's an excellent question, because as a matter of fact, she had none. Paralyzed for a minute she ran over every possible worst-case scenario in her mind before quietly entering the building. Her eyes carefully scanned the station, she couldn't see where they were. Suddenly she panicked, what if they could see her? Shame overwhelmed her, Sherlock would be so angry and disappointed in her. This was a terrible, terrible idea. She turned to go when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She let out a small scream before turning around to find herself face-to-face with the angry and disappointed Sherlock she had been intending to avoid.
"What are you doing here!? I told you to stay at home, this could be dangerous! Don't you understand that Molly!?" He hissed, shaking her slightly.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I was- I was worried about you. I had to come, I just had to. There was nothing else to it. I couldn't stay at home while you were here."
"What!? And I'm not allowed to be worried about you!? For God's sake, Molly, I meant it when I said I wanted you home. You're safe there. You're not safe here-"
"Well neither are you!"
"Molly listen to me! Listen, listen to me." He lowered his voice to be much softer and warmer, "I'm trying to protect you. I-I just don't want you hurt. Please, please turn around and go home now. I'm begging you, Molly, please. Before anything happens to you." She couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes. She could tell how much she had upset him.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't, Molly look at me." He met her eyes and held the gaze, "Don't be sorry. Go home now while you have the chance. Go on."
"Alright, I'm going. I-I'm sorry, I am." He looked at her and saw how embarrassed and upset she was that he had been cross with her. So he gathered his young pathologist in his arms and hugged her tight to him. He brushed his hand through her hair before letting her go. He looked at her once over and nodded. "Go on now, go, I'll be fine!"
And that's when the lights went out.
Frantically reaching for Molly in the impending darkness and pulling her over into the nearest door marked "Employees Only." There they stood in a small janitor's closet pressed against each other when Molly whispered, "What's happening Sherlock?"
"He's here."