"This reminds me of that time-," 
                          
"Shut up, Sherlock." I said. Mrs. Hudson returned with two men. They lifted Sherlock up on their shoulder and began to walk down the stairs when he tried to fight them and they dropped him.
                          


                          
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"Did you call the police?" John asked Mrs. Hudson as we walked into the therapist office. 
                          
"Of course I didn't call the police. I'm not a civilian!" Mrs. Hudson laughed. 
                          
"Christ! Sherlock on Twitter. He really has lost it." John said reading about Sherlock blasting Culverton.
                          
"Don't you dare make jokes. Don't you dare. I was terrified!"
                          
"You need to see him, John. You need to help him!"
                          
"Nope." John replied. He eyed me and I frowned. 
                          
"He needs you!"
                          
"Somebody else. Not me. Not now."
                          
"Now you just listen to me for once in your stupid life. I know Mary's dead and I know your heart is broken, but if Sherlock Holmes dies too, who will you have then? Because I tell you something, John Watson. You will not have me." Mrs. Hudson barked at him. I sighed as we walked out to her car. She began crying on the top of her car's roof, her head in her arms. I sighed as I stood next to the car. 
                          
"Have you spoken to Mycroft, Molly, uh, anyone? I mean, Liz is here..." John commented.
                          
"I called off our engagement a month and a half ago." I sighed.
                          
"Oh." John said. 
                          
"They don't matter. You do. Would you just see him? Please, John. Or just take a look at him as a doctor? I know you'd change your mind if you did."
                          
"Yeah, look, okay, maybe, if I get a chance."
                          
"D'you promise?"
                          
"I'll try, if I'm in the area."
                          
"Promise me?" She asked.
                          
"I promise."
                          
"Thank you!" She smiled and walked around to the trunk of the car. She opened it and I stood next to her as Sherlock looked up anxiously at us. "Well? On you go. Examine him!" she said. Sherlock squinted and lifted his head, peeking out of the trunk. 
                          


                          
Sherlock stormed into the therapist's office, rubbing his wrists where I removed the cuffs. He 
                          
"The woman's out of control. I asked for a cup of tea!" Sherlock barked. 
                          
"How did you get him in the boot?" John asked. 
                          
"The boys from the café. Liz cuffed him." She shrugged. 
                          
"He's used to it." I shrugged as well.
                          
"They dropped me. Twice!" Sherlock frowned and picked up a vase from the entryway, tossing the flowers on the floor and drinking from it. Oh god...
                          
"And d'you know why they dropped you, dear?" she asked. "Because they know you." Sherlock pointed at the therapist.
                          
"Who's this one? Is this a new person? I'm against new people." He said. I walked over to him and tried to take the vase but he pushed me away.
                          
"Excuse me for a moment." The therapist said walking off.
                          
"She's my therapist." Johns aid. 
                          
"Awesome! D'you do block bookings?" Sherlock asked.