Back to Baker Street ...
Molly- (serving tea for herself and Mary) - so tell me the news
Mary-Molly, are you ok? It looks like an old woman who passes on mellow movies (I went up to her putting her hand on her forehead, at which she started laughing and spat all the tea)
Molly- (laughs) I wanted to distract us, I don't know, try to make it seem more ... normal
Hamish- (I went up to them curious and scratched the back of my neck and frowned) and what's normal? (I said and made them laugh) Mom Ray threw my dissected frogs out
Molly-I told you not to keep this here.
Hamish-But Daddy can keep fingers in the fridge
Mary-Sherlock being Sherlock ... nice to see that some things don't change
Molly-That doesn't change ever Sometimes it seems to me that I have three children instead of two
Mrs. Hudson-Sorry to bother dear but there's a lady looking for you Molly
Molly-Really? Who will be?
Missy- (smiles seeing Mrs. Hudson) she exists she's not fiction (I went up and sat on the couch resting my hands on the umbrella)
Mary- (holds her breath at the sight of her father's old acquaintance) Missy?
Missy- (stand up and see Molly) Amelia? How much ... time (laughs humorlessly at my joke) I didn't know that he knew Molly
Molly-I don't know any Amelia, let alone you
Mary-Hello to you, Master and it's Mary
Molly- (altering the angry voice, mistrusting the stranger's presence) Who are you and what are you doing in my house?
Missy- (shaking the umbrella and smirking- I'm Missy diminutive for Mistress and Amelia is the one you call friend
Molly-Oh of course the real name of Agra that for us is Mary but didn't tell me what you want here, you know me since you give my name
Missy-Of course I know your name, Molly Hooper Holmes or is that even your name (blinks) but conversations are boring and I'm bored so let's get right into business. But first tell me where is that little brat?
Molly-I won't let a stranger see my son.
Mrs. Hudson-Molly, sorry for the intrusion, but did you see Hamish? (she said between the lines "Hamish is in danger")
Molly-No, Mrs. Hudson I have no idea where he is.
Mary-Molly, I think she meant Hamish is in danger ... Missy?
Missy-Oops ... I think I'd better listen to Amelia.
Molly- (scared) What did you do to my son?
Missy- (I smile and clap my hands, then Moriarty appears holding Hamish with his hands tied) Nothing yet, Amelia, sweetheart, send a souvenir to dear BFF
Moriarty-And you, dear Molly, give Sherlock a memento, and by the way, I loved Glee's fifth season, I'd like to say more, but we're late for the torture (safe on Missy's arm and we're gone)
Molly-Hamish! Hamish! Hammy! My son ... (tears of anger begin to trickle down from Mrs. Holmes's face)
Mary- (hug her trying to calm her down) I'll call the boys, they'll help
Molly-No I don't wanna wait, come Mary, we have to find it
Mrs. Hudson-No one leaves here, not unarmed.
Molly-Sure give me what you have
Mary-Where did you learn to shoot?
Molly-You have to learn to defend yourself when you are the wife of Sherlock Holmes
Mrs. Hudson-Come, my dear, it's down here.