I'd just got home from a long day on a case,at least I'm not bored. I flopped into my chair and I felt generally happy. I entered my mind palace but was suddenly pulled out by an unusual feeling. Scared? Confusion? Sickness? It was none of them. I used my dedication skills and came to the conclusion that is was love. Love?The thought that I would never have her. Molly hooper. The thought is clouding my thoughts so I decide to go to bed. All night I an restless, tossing and turing. Thinking about her. It was 3am and I had got the slight sense that I wasn't going to get much sleep so I decided to get up. I had to be quiet as John was still sleeping. What to do? What to do? I start pacing up and down my living room, Wondering what to do.
