Mary is asleep when John wakes up and gets ready to leave. On his way to the hospital his phone buzzes. Looking at the screen he frowns.

"Molly?" He picks up the phone. He doesn't remember how long it's been since he's talked to her but he was sure it's been longer than necessary. Guilt floods through his body, again.

"Hi John. Are you busy?" The woman on the other end says. She seems unsure. But maybe she was always like that.

"Just on my way to work."

"I was hoping we could meet sometime today? After work?"

John raises his eyebrows in surprise. He definitely wasn't expecting this.

"Is Greg alright?" He asks because that's the only reason he could think of for her calling him.

"What?...Oh, yeah. He's fine. Well...he will be, anyways. So?"

"I don't know, I mean Mary and the baby..." John feels bad for taking out his usual excuse.

"Please? It won't be long."

"Alright...Four o'clock?"

"Sounds good. Baker street."

"W-what?"

"We'll meet at Baker street."

"Molly...I don't know..."

"I'll see you then!" Molly says and promptly hangs up.

John looks down at the phone. He suddenly realizes that he's been standing in the middle of the sidewalk and people are awkwardly trying to get by him.

Is this some strange way to try to get John to get over Sherlock? Why else would Molly ask to meet him at Baker street of all places?

He can't concentrate at work. All he can think about is the fact that he's going to be at the old apartment.

He stands in front of the 221 door. It hasn't changed much but his memory of it is rusty. He never took a good look at it, Sherlock and him always left in such a hurry and came back when it was dark. Looking to his left and right he wonders if this is some trick but Molly wouldn't do this to him. His breathing is laboured so he tries to take a deep breath but it isn't working. He takes a step back from the door. And another. And another. And another. Until a loud beep alerts him to the fact that he just walked into traffic. Raising his hands up in apology he gets back onto the sidewalk. His hands are shaking as he reaches for the handle. Taking a step inside he immediately smells tea. And quite a lot of it. He takes the stairs up and as he gets closer his heart begins to race faster. Even the staircase holds so many memories.

Walking inside their old apartment he shudders at the sight in front of him.