"Stormy…"

"Stop calling me that."

"How old are you now?"

John was silent. He didn't want to talk to this mad man any more, he had enough mad men in his life. He walked away.

"Oh, come on, John! Fine, there, I called you John! Personally, I thought your name was fine, but-"

"But everything changed and I needed a change, ok?"

"There he is! There's the assertive John Watson I know."

"You don't know me!"

"Oh, but I do, John. I do. I've known you since you were a child."

"I'm not the same, obviously."

"I know, John, and I know you've hurt and I know you've been in pain. And I also know it's been…soothed, in a way."

"How do you mean?"

"Your acquaintance? I understand, John. I do. He's different and beautiful and wonderful and perfect for you, right? I understand."

"I don't think you do, because it's nothing like that."

"It's everything like that."

"Why am I even talking to you? I'm late."

"Going to see Sherlock, then?"

John turned to the left and walked on. He was staring at his feet, marching forward like he did when he was thinking or angry. In a minute he walked face first into the blue box. John shouted in shock and even more anger.

"Stop doing that! Stop following me! How are you even doing that? I don't even understand! No, no! I don't want to understand!" He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm just playing with your time stream. It's not hard, Stormy. I can go to your future, I can go see you and your…acquaintance."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're going to want to keep him around, John."

"No, I mean, how are you playing with my time stream?"

"I just set the times I want to move and She," he stroked the door to the blue box, "She knows when to move. She's so loyal."

"I'm sure."

"Like you."

"You're comparing me to a blue police box?"

"Loyal things get compared to loyal things. At least I didn't compare you to a dog. She was a person once."

"I honestly don't even want to know." John turned to walk away, again, but he was followed.

"I can just keep meddling with your time stream, John. And I will. What if I made it to where you and Sherlock never met?"

John spun around so quickly the other name's bowtie snapped. "Don't you dare. If you want to go meddle with my time stream, go back 14 years and stop my parents from getting on that train. You help people? Why didn't you help them? He was your friend, you weren't there for him. Why should I trust you? You're no hero," John smiled and chuckled to himself, "No, there's no such thing as heroes, but if there were you certainly wouldn't be one. He was just another person to you, my father was. So what does that make me? Why am I so important?"

"My dear John," he took John's shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes, "Every person I meet is important to me, they're all I have up here," he tapped his temple, "I couldn't save your parents, John, even if I tried. That train crash affected a lot of people, it's what we call a Fixed Time."

"That's absurd, Fixed Times can be re-written."

"Ah, you've been talking to my wife again, have you?"

John glanced at him and quickly looked away again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help them, John, I am. But now-"

"No, no buts. I'm an orphan."

"You were adopted."

"Yeah, no, you're right. Jack and Karen are great parents. But-"

"You have Sherlock."

"He's no replacement for a father."

"You're right, John. I'm sorry." He turned away from John and went back to the police box.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, you know. People to see, people to save. I don't know when I'll be done saving you humans." He stepped away from the police box again and went back to John. "I want you to come with me, John. But if you don't want to you don't have to," he leaned in to hug John, "You know where to find me."

John snorted, "I don't."

"Of course you do." He let John go and took off in the box.