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(He draws in a breath.)
SHERLOCK: But you can’t do this again, can you?
(She smiles, and when she speaks her voice is a little choked.)
MOLLY: I had a lovely day. I’d love to – I just ... um ... (She looks down.)
SHERLOCK (following her gaze): Oh, congratulations, by the way.
(Molly is wearing a diamond solitaire engagement ring.)
MOLLY: He’s not from work.
(Sherlock smiles.)
MOLLY: We met through friends, the old-fashioned way. He’s nice. We ... he’s got a dog ... we-
we go to the pub on weekends and he ... I’ve met his mum and dad and his friends and all his
family. I’ve no idea why I’m telling you this.
SHERLOCK: I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it. After all, not all the men
you fall for can turn out to be sociopaths(!)
MOLLY: No?
SHERLOCK: No.
(Stepping closer to her, he gives her a beautiful smile, then leans in and kisses her on the
cheek. She closes her eyes and keeps them closed as he turns and walks out of the front door.
After a moment she turns and looks at his disappearing back.)
MOLLY: Maybe it’s just my type.
(Outside it’s snowing. Sherlock walks down the path, sighing a little and pulling his coat around
him. He turns to the right and walks off down the road. Molly follows down the path, pulling out
her gloves and putting them on. She stops at the pavement and watches Sherlock walk away,
then turns and walks off in the opposite direction.)

NIGHT TIME. There’s a full moon in the sky. John slowly starts to regain consciousness. He
seems to be surrounded by foliage, and the flickers of moonlight coming through the greenery
seem like a flashlight being shone on him. Choking, he tries to move his hands but finds that he
can’t. He opens his mouth to cry out but no sound will come. He tries to raise his head but
eventually sinks back down again. There is a bleeding wound on the right side of his head just
at his hairline.

Elsewhere, Mary is walking along a street but stops to take out her phone when it beeps a text
alert. Taking off her glove to activate the phone, she sees the message:

Save souls now!
John or James Watson?

She flicks to the next screen:

Saint or Sinner?
James or John?
The more is Less?

Frowning, she lowers the phone and hurries on.
Some time later she is at the door of 221. Mrs Hudson opens the door to her knock.
MARY: Oh, Mrs Hudson.
(Mrs H frowns as Mary gently pushes her way in.)
MARY: Sorry – I-I think someone’s got John – John Watson.
(Upstairs in 221B’s living room, Sherlock – still in his coat and holding a bag of chips just inside
the door – turns at the sound of her voice. Mrs H follows her.)
MRS HUDSON: Hang on! Who are you?
MARY (stopping partway up the stairs and turning back to her): Oh, I’m his fiancée.
MRS HUDSON (smiling): Ah!
(Sherlock is already coming onto the landing as Mary hurries up the stairs.)
SHERLOCK: Mary? What’s wrong?
MARY (taking her phone from her pocket): Someone sent me this. At first I thought it was just
a Bible thing, you know, spam, but it’s not. It’s a skip-code.
(Sherlock looks at her closely, then turns his attention to her phone as she shows him the first
part of the message:

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)