Molly snarled. A strange sound coming from her. She waved her hand and slammed Sherlock into a chair. She turned to pace over to him. "Do not doubt for an instant I cannot defend you against the likes of Moriarty. I am an Old God. The only one older than I am is Cronus!"

"Now you will figure out how to unlock the power inside you before I take you out and make you work the fields until the power breaks free!" She snapped at him. The anger backed by her power, her age.