I met up with the Doctor in the reception office and then we left.
"I hate to pry... I mean... it's just... Sherlock doesn't seem the type to... um, you know..." he said, stumbling over words.
"Have any normal relationship with a human being?" I helped.
"Yeah... Can I ask? Who was your mom."
"I don't know her. Dad said her name was Molly. John told me she died..."
The Doctor smiled then frowned, "What happened?"
"Childbirth. John said Dad was devastated. He said even though my dad was always... You know, who he is, to her... He said he really cared about her though. He didn't know much else about them but told me about her."
The Doctor was speechless. Dad said he wasn't like this often but it seemed to happen quite a bit today. I couldn't really blame him though...
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