If Sherlock knew that Moriarty even recalled Molly and considered her a possible future entertainment, this day would play out very differently. For all that she was forgotten and overlooked, for all that she was sometimes seen as pitiable, Sherlock loved her. Not in the way she wanted, never that, but he loved her and he loved so few people. Steady, dependable, friendly Molly. She did not deserve the attentions of Jim Moriarty.

"Sebastian Moran? No, thank you."

He didn't reveal how he knew the name, the months of painstakingly vague research that had gone into uncovering even a fraction of the web that Moriarty had spun about himself. He just said the name as if it were commonplace, known to all.

"If this is just a social call, don't you even have monopoly? Chess? Even Twister."