Sherlock needed advice on romance, and knew where to find it. "Sherlolly" it was called. He needed something to knock her socks off (and any other inconvenient item of apparel). A grand gesture to sweep her off her feet and into his arms. His eyes grew tired as he read his favorite author, "MorbidMistress" long into the night.

Meanwhile, Molly was working on her latest story, hoping that, just once, Sherlock would behave as he did in all her tales, and when she had finished, the MorbidMistress closed her laptop and took herself off to bed, perchance to dream."