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She was so insane tonight that we were offering her boxes to tear apart rather than our flesh.

Adam Cole and Winston Scurll

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Molly Hooper found this particular cloudy afternoon oddly quiet and peaceful. Tea, her favorite biscuits and the latest medical journal on the return of old diseases all part of the perfect plan. Since marrying Sherlock Holmes, these days were much rarer than they used to be and she relished them. Settled into her favorite spot on the sofa, she got one sip of her tea before the key in the door broke the silence.

Hmm, Sherlock said he would be gone all day on a case, might not even be here tonight, she thought. But she wasn’t afraid, it’s for sure him, is he struggling with the lock? And is that whimpering?

Whatever her thoughts leapt to were nowhere near the reality before her. Yes, her husband indeed came through the door. With both arms loaded with puppies and his face beaming with a massive grin.