COD (Cause of Death): Unknown

Twenty.

As a child Molly Hooper had a fascination with the house that belonged to her grandparents. It was just a cottage but to her it was something different and beautiful. A place where she could express herself quietly without the fear of being judged.

It was the one place where she knew she would be surrounded by those selective few that genuinely loved her and she loved them. Her grandparents were really the only ones who really gave two shits about her after her father passed away

Her mother though the woman who had given birth to her had not really gone to too many lengths to check on the mentality of her only daughter. She was more concerned about other important people. Like her brother Franklin or Frankie as she called him as a child.

Molly hadn't gone to them after leaving London and leaving her one true love in the safety of his own home. No, she had gone by to that fascinating place where she felt safe. If she was honest, she prided herself if not so outwardly she was always honest where it counted - in her heart.

It was nippy out on this night, Molly realized as she stepped out of the cab having paid the cabbie the large fare that had been totaled up. She had made a few stops on the way. There were things she had to take care of before she could come back here. One of the many was grabbing the duffel bag that she had stowed away in a safe location in the outskirts of London in the little shop she frequented before.

Molly was aware that she was leaving a trail but it wasn't as if she didn't want anyone to know she was alive. Those days were nonexistent. Now she was trying to come back to life in the only way she knew how. Mend those bonds with the people who counted in her life. The most important was Nana Hooper.

The woman had never stopped believing in her. That reason alone had man her count in more ways than one.

The duffle at her side as she knocked on the door. She rapped it three times before stepping back to wait to be let in. Her head was filled with several slurs of fragmented thoughts. Some pertaining to right now and some from her adventures from the beyond with the madman in the box and the dangerous wife that came and went.

The door opened and Molly slowly came back to the present wearing a wary smile as her Nana gasped and reached out to touch her cheeks. She mushed them inwards like she often did when Molly was a little girl and she had done something adorable or cute.

She let her go after a moment quickly stepped out onto the small porch. "Molly ...you're alive?"

The tears were more apparent as the older woman's face was illuminated by the moonlight. Molly seemed to be overwhelmed by this reunion too as she reached out and took Nana's hand and squeezed it reassuringly as she nodded saying in one shaky breath, "Yeah. It's a long story. It's been quite frightening actually but also thrilling at the same time." Molly chuckled and the glimmer in her eyes that appeared back in London before Sherlock Holmes was back again. Molly Hooper was remembering something only she was to know about.

She straightened up a bit as she grew quiet. "I am tired...of everything."

"Will you promise to tell me as much as you can in the morning, when you've gotten some rest?" This was her Molly. She was to know if she need get involved in whatever matters were troubling her granddaughter now.

Molly nodded while smiling.

"Good." She gestured for Molly to join her inside. "Your room is just as you left it. Neat and inviting. Let's get you settled in." Nana said as before pulling her into her arms for a long awaited hug. She could feel the way Molly tightened her arms more so around her round frame than ever before. There was a slight staggering movement that came from Molly's form shaking from the quiet crying she begun to do.

"I really am alive. I...am." Molly whispered as she held onto her one person who she knew she could always back to.

"Yes, you are child." Nana Hooper smiled as she began to shut the door and guide her granddaughter to the small bedroom a few feet away. She needed her rest.

There was a journey that had been lived through, that much she could tell.

Even when Molly was nestled in-between the sheets of the queen sized bed Nana Hooper never left the young woman's side. Because she too couldn't believe it, either.

There was no telling when she would be swept away again to only God knows where.

I'm late...I'm late...I'm truly extremely late. 2 weeks late! ): Last week it was due to writer's block and the delay with this being up later than usual for this week is because I only got two hours of sleep last night because I was waiting on a certain bands release to come out for the peeps who ordered the boxset. A band by the name of Coheed and Cambria. The new album is lovely btw but I am sorry that this was too late. I still have to get to A Study In Chemistry as well but that won't be until later on when I've actually gotten some rest. Here's a goodness for now!

Oh and btw I started a new five parter Sherlolly fic called Tremor. You should take a gander at it if you haven't yet.

Let me know what you think, yeah?

See you all later!

much love,

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