[Molly is shocked for a moment; how did he know? Then again, who knew what Sherlock had been up to all those times after he'd told her to 'trust him'. Sometimes he didn't make it home at night; all she could do was hope and pray he was being safe, and all the while he'd been holing up at home, 221b. Part of her felt a measure of relief; she didn't have to go it alone anymore, and she didn't have to pretend with John any longer.]

Wh-when did he..erm...make himself known? He'd sworn me to secrecy.

But no, I wasn't referring to Sherlock just then--I meant Jim Moriarty. He's already contacted me twice via text; he must know I know something, and I'm trying to sort of play him off....but....well, it's JIM. He's coming after me, John.