[Molly will never understand how Sherlock can see so much and so little at the same time. He keeps saying 'them,' which is fine, it's Sherlock and that's what he does. But Molly is saying 'we,' because she's part of them too.

One of the ones he's saying he hates. It hurts.]

Well, it's just that--how can you test it? The things here, what people do, the wings, all of it. There's not really anything scientific about any of it. It's all stuff from fairy tales and kid's stories.

[Oh, but he says something funny just then. Molly frowns, leaning closer as replays the words in her head, and yes, it's odd. It doesn't at all match what she's read in the book--not that Sherlock seems to think the book means anything, but Molly does. She has to, because what else has she got?]

He? Who's he?