Lords of Time and Deduction
By: Zoe Kierce
: CH. 1
Sherlock strolled into the dark room and whispered to Watson "I love Missing Persons cases! I rarely ever get them!" Watson tried the light switch instinctively, knowing the police had already discovered that some kind of signal had turned the power off for the whole block. Sherlock pulled a torch out of his pocket and flipped it on "Always come prepared, Watson. Carry a torch." He walked further in and closed the door behind him, looking at the freshly ironed dress made from a vintage pattern likes history hanging on a row of hooks attached to the top of the door. He turned to the bookshelf with toys geeky and books messily strewn along each shelf busy. He turned again and noticed the dead laptop atop the chest of drawers shoved in a corner at the end of the loft bed, and a chip on the corner that must have come from moving it into its position clumsy & slightly weak. He turned once more and shined his torch on a small piece of paper pinned to the wall with a thumb-tack above the bed.
It had scrawling words written with a red felt tip pen:
Come along now, I'm in the alley.
Sherlock sniffed the ink, definitely permanent sniffed again fresh. He held the note itself up to the torch-light to see if it had a stationary mark or texture sketchbook paper.
Sherlock dropped the note and started walking quickly out the door of the bedroom, through the hall, and was already halfway down the driveway past the garage before he noticed that Watson wasn't following him. He went back through the hall and into the bedroom to look for him and after not finding him, decided he must have gone off with the police again. He continued back out to the alley with a shrug and a turn on his heel. As he reached it he heard an odd screeching sound unearthly and just saw a tall blue Police Box disappear completely alien "Impossible… no, highly unlikely…" Sherlock Holmes the sociopathic genius stood for several moments completely flabbergasted for the first time in his life.
The noise came back. So did the box. A man opened the front door wearing even odder clothing than Holmes' all black clothes and top hat. He had an old tweed jacket, a white tuxedo shirt, red suspenders, a burgundy bowtie, and oddest of all, a fez! The man was saying something. "I think I dropped my psychic paper, I won't be but a mo- hello. I'm the Doctor, who are you!"
