A black leather-bound notebook sits in the middle of a carefully made-up bed. It's scruffy, torn appearance is in perfect contrast with the pristine, crisp, white duvet underneath it. Inside its worn pages is exactly twenty one thousand, three hundred and eighty-nine words. But now, as a pair of blue eyes leaf through its contents, only sixteen words mattered…

I've been given a new assignment - a new life to lead, another identity to assume. But this one's…how should I describe it…different? weird? However, I was warned to take it very seriously because of the people involved. It's so important, that I had to sit through a meeting with the big guy.

Nevertheless at the end of the day, it's just another persona that I have to add in my repertoire. Another name that I have to erase, another self that will soon have to be forgotten.

Sometimes it's hard to keep track of all of them. There had been so many already, that the memories sometimes fuse in a confusing heap. Soon, this one will be added to that mess. Thank goodness for this notebook, although I should probably burn this one soon, too.

Oh well, one last mission for this notebook. Let's try it out shall we?

"Hi, My name is Dr. Molly Hooper, a pathologist assigned to assist (and protect) Sherlock Holmes."