— I just can't believe it! Him sitting in his chair again. Oh, isn't it wonderful, Mr Holmes?
— I can barely contain myself.
— Oh, he really can, you know.
Anybody who wears a hat as stupid as this isn't in the habit of hanging around other people, is he?
— How could you do that? How?!
— Wait, before you do anything that you might regret, one question, just let me ask one question. Are you really going to keep that?
— Well, I've got some news.
— Oh, God, is it serious?
— What? No, no, I'm not ill. I'm, well... I'm moving on.
— You're emigrating?
— Nope. Er, no... I have met someone.
— Oh! Ah, lovely!
— Yeah. We're getting married. Well, I'm going to ask, anyway.
— So soon after Sherlock?
— Hmm, well, yes.
— What's his name?
— It's a woman.
— A woman?!
— Of course it's a woman.
— John, what is it?
— Well, the short version... not dead.
— Actually, that was mostly Mycroft's idea.
— Oh, so it was your brother's plan?
— Oh, but he could have needed a confidante... sorry.
— But he was the only one? The only one who knew?
— A couple of others. It was a very elaborate plan, it had to be. The next of the 13 possibilities was...
— Who else? Who else knew?
— ...
— Who?!
— Molly.
— Molly?!
— John...
— Molly Hooper and some of my homeless network and that's all.
— OK... OK. So just your brother, Molly Hooper and 100 tramps.
— Ha, no! 25 at most.
No, it's because you emptied it. Weight-loss, hair dye, botox, affair. Lawyer. Next!
— Let's do deductions. Client left this while I was out, what do you reckon?
— I'm busy.
— Oh, go on, it's been an age.
— I always win.
— Which is why you can't resist.
— I find nothing irresistible in a hat of a well-travelled anxious, sentimental, unfit creature of habit with appalling halitosis. Damn.
— No. We'll have to get rid of that.
— "We"?
— He looks ancient. I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man.
— Gosh, you don't know anything about human nature, do you?
— Hmm, nature? No. Human? No.
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