The Doctor stuck his head out of the TARDIS to let the surroundings of the BRAND NEW planet sink in... Oh. Modern day Earth. Nothin' too special, but then again, the TARDIS worked in mysterious ways. "Oi Rose?" He said, squinting against the sun as he climbed out of the TARDIS and made his way through the back alley of a dumpsite. Lovely. TARDIS would stink for a bit. "Don' think this is a new planet... more or less. Unless the Narvraks got a bit trashy with their environment...and built a lifelike replica of London."

The blonde perked her head up as the TARDIS came to a stop, and excitedly strode over to the Time Lord. Her eyes shone brightly as the Doctor poked his head outside to exam the new planet they were at, but her expression soon fell as she heard the disappointing news. "Wot?" she raised a brow, "But I don't understand- are you SURE you sent the TARDIS to the right place?" As unlikely that it was, that the Doctor couldn't drive his own ship, Rose wouldn't put it past him to make an error every once and a while.

Frowning, the Doctor spun around once to double check. "Nope. It's Earth all right. Odd. TARDIS does this sometimes. Tends to be drawn to important parts of history when I least expect it to be." He glanced around, a bit of excitement raising in his voice. Danger or no, it was much more thrilling not knowing what was going to happen next. "Might as well poke it with a stick, and see wot moves, eh, Rose?" He waltzed off, putting his arm out for her to grab.

She pouted slightly at that, but her eyes flickered with curiosity. It never once got old, her adventures with the Doctor. She smiled as he started off, and she followed after him eagerly once she had closed the TARDIS's door behind her. Rose hooked her arm with the Doctor's and looked around, blinking. "It... looks exactly like the time when we left..." she commented, a tad bit confused as to why the time machine had sent them here in the first place.

Sherlock raced through London, annoyed that John was taking so long to follow. He failed to realise that the doc was busy apologising to every person Sherlock shoved out of the way as he ran through the crowded streets. He predicted that Moriarty was here, knew he was here, and had predicted that Sherlock would be there and predict as such, but if he predicted a head and predicted his direction that was trying to fake the actual direction of his escape, he just might be able to catch him. Dear god why was John so SLOW!?

The detective's companion struggled after Sherlock, panting heavily as he dashed after the other. He had grown used to their constant running, but he still had a problem with keeping up. Soon, though, he was next to his companion's side and glanced over at him with a quirked brow. "Hope you didn't miss me too much!" he grunted, apologizing to everyone that was shoved out of the duo's way as they sprinted down the London street.

"You take too long. We might have lost him." This of course wasn't true. Sherlock knew exactly where Moriarty was, at this moment, and where he was headed. He just wanted to make John feel bad. "Come on." He turned the corner to run into an alley, but ran smack into some skinny twig of a man and his girl.

John rolled his eyes at that, knowing perfectly well that Sherlock was lying. He stopped doubting him a LONG time ago. As they turned the corner into the alley, his jaw dropped as they saw nothing but an odd man, a girl and a blue box. "Wot?" he gaped, turning his head franticly, "Sherlock, wot happened! I thought we had him! "

- - - - Just as the two were about to go explore, they were nearly knocked over by a pair of men. She grasped the Doctors sleeve tightly in surprise as the other two stood there with surprised and confused expressions. "Um..." Rose started, blinking, "Who are you?" She turned her head towards the Doctor questioningly, wondering if he happened to know them.

Automatically getting between the strange man and Rose, the Doctor noted by the stranger's expression that he meant no harm, and his danger stance shifted to that of pleasant surprise. Until he noted the man's height. He ... was he TALLER than me? The Doctor went on his tip toes to get a glance over the strangers head, and muttered, forgetting himself, "That's just not FAIR."

Sherlock cursed, ignoring the strange man and ran around him, only coming to a complete halt in front of a police box. "That's not right. This isn't supposed to be here." He stared at it, his mind not willing to accept this. There was no reason it SHOULD be here.

Suddenly snapped back to reality, John looked up at the strangers. "Oh! I'm so sorry! We didn't see you there!" he apologized quickly before turning on his heel towards the entrance, "Sherlock! C'mon, we're so CLOSE!" he called, barely paying attention to the unusual, blue police box.

Rose became even more confused the longer the strangers stayed there. Who WERE these people? Her eyes darted to the tall one, and she stiffened as she noticed him taking an interest in the TARDIS. "Oi!" she ran in front of the time machine, blocking him, "Don't go near that!"

Sherlock squinted at the girl in front of him. Young. Lively. Traveling. Not against her will. Seen much for her age. ... And ... strange. There was a form of dust clinging to her shirt he did not recognise. And he recognized every kind of dust. This was... How could he not know that? "... You're a long way from home... But... the question is, where have you been? And wot's so important about this box?"

The Doctor pulled Rose to him, frowning again. "Sorry. Wot? We're just passing by. Got lost. You know. That box? Nothin' special. Just. Uh. Old. Monument. Thing. Yea. Sounds 'bout right."

Rose crossed her arms over chest at looked the stranger up and down. "And you shouldn't be poking your nose in someone else's business." she shot back, turning her head towards the Time Lord, "Doctor- do you happen to know these two

"Sherlock, he's getting away!" John grabbed Sherlock's sleeve and pulled him a bit harshly. They almost had Moriarty, and he was busy with a police box! Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't have come as a shock to him, but they didn't have time to mess around with anything else right now!

Sherlock paused, frustrated. He couldn't read anything but the basics from those two, none of the dust or marks on them looked familiar in the slightest, and the shoes the man wore seemed to be a brand he had never seen. Who WERE they, and how did they... Right... He was shaken back to reality by John, blinked a few times, and ran off. "RIGHT. Mor...iarty." That seemed unimportant now, he knew that he had lost his chance, and the other two spiked his attention. However, he still had one last chance of getting something out of Moriarty.

"Wait a moment. Sherlock? THE Sherlock?" The Doctor turned giddily to Rose. "Rose, this isn't your /ordinary/ modern London. Well. It still is ordinary. No... flying cars or fire breathing dragons. But that's beside the point." He shook his head, to get back on track. "Sherlock, he called him Sherlock. That can't be a coincidence. You ever hear the theory of books being other dimensions tuned in by humans? Well." The Doctor spread his arms wide.

Rose stared at the Doctor with a blank expression as he explained everything horridly to her, "Doctor... I have NO idea who or wot you're talking about," she said slowly. She felt as if she had heard the name 'Sherlock' before, but it wasn't clicking at all.

John dashed down the street with Sherlock as they continued to chase after Moriarty once again. The few questions he had about the other two were quickly forgotten as the thought of capturing the villain became their main priority.

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver, squat down on the ground, and began to take a scan of the dirt. There was something too coincidental not to be purposeful, and he planned to get to the bottom of it. He was already excited about the prospect of his own hypothesis, but he thought it was best to contain the majority of that excitement. A lot of people tended to shy away when he got into his "fascinated" mode. Either way, he must have been pretty terrible at keeping it in, for he exclaimed, "It's not a match! I /knew/ it wouldn't be. Well. I guessed. But that's the first step to knowing, right? Right. Either way, we are in for a big treat, Rose."