Sherlock heard his mother call from downstairs, telling him that dinner was ready. But Sherlock ignored her as he stood pressed against the far wall as he "Sherlock, dear. Dinner is ready," a woman's voice called from downstairs, but Sherlock ignored her as he stared at the strange, bright blue police box that had suddenly appeared in his bedroom. Where had it come from? What was it?
Sherlock took a couple of steps forward, and then froze. Like a game of Statues, he'd take a few steps and then completely freeze as he studied the strange blue box to see if it would do anything. Nothing did, however, and so Sherlock finally just walked up to it. Curiosity got the better of him, as it often did with little boys, and he approached the door and looked up at it curiously.
The sign on the door said Pull to Open, and Sherlock tentatively reached up and tugged on the doors. They didn't move, however, and he pulled a little harder. Still no luck, and Sherlock crossed his arms and looked it over critically.
Suddenly the doors opened on their own, and Sherlock leaped back. They opened inward, and Sherlock frowned as he silently told the sign off for lying to him. But then the thought was wiped from his mind as a strange man in a tweed jacket and a bow tie stepped out and looked around.
"Nope, nope, wrong place again. Honestly, she is picky today, I just don't... oh, hello," he man spoke rapidly, distractedly, and when he finally noticed Sherlock, the boy took a step back. "What's your name?" the man asked, and Sherlock tilted his head curiously.
"Sherlock," he said after a moment. "Sherlock Holmes," he added, and the man gave a wide grin, startling the child into taking another step back. From behind the stranger, a woman stepped out. She had strikingly red hair, and Sherlock was perplexed. Where had she come from? How many people were in the strange little box?
"Doctor, has the TARDIS brought us to some random kid's bedroom?" the woman asked, and Sherlock glanced between them in confusion as his mother's voice called up again and the pair froze and realized the child wasn't home alone.
"Be down in a moment, mum!" Sherlock called, then looked up at the man. "Who are you?" he asked, and the Doctor smiled and pulled out some sort of badge, opening it and holding it out to him.
"I'm the Doctor, this is Amy, and we're the police. See? Police box. Police man. Police woman." he said cheerfully, and Sherlock peered curiously at the odd bit of paper, then glanced up at the Doctor with a somewhat unimpressed look.
"It's blank," he said, and the Doctor's smile widened slightly.
"Is it?" he asked, and then put it away before glancing around the room. "Well, so sorry to barge in, we'll just be off and, oh... what's this?" he said, suddenly moving forward and jumping onto Sherlock's bed as he studied the wall at the head of the bed.
Sherlock raised a brow at him and followed curiously. The Doctor had found a crack in his wall, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why it interested the strange man so much. The ginger girl, Amy he said her name was, approached as well.
"It's just a crack, Doctor. Not everything is a mystery," she said, and the Doctor frowned and stared at it a moment, then looked to Sherlock.
"How old are you, Sherlock?" he asked, pulling out a strange looking object that shone green and made an odd sound. "I'm ten," Sherlock answered as he watched the Doctor. "Ten, eh? And how long has this crack been here?" he asked, confusing the child even more. "It's always been there..." he answered, and for a moment the Doctor sat in silence.
"Doctor, his parents are downstairs. They might come up," Amy said, and the Doctor nodded and jumped off the bed.
"Right-o, lets go. Sherlock, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, so you go on downstairs cause I'm sure your mother's worried," he said, and whirled back into the police box. Amy followed quickly, and Sherlock watched in amazement as the police box seemed to almost vaporate into thin air.
Sherlock stood in the middle of his bedroom, dumbstruck at he stared at the place where the blue box had been sitting. How had it vanished? How had it even come?
"Sherlock!" his mother called once more, and he quickly jumped up to heed her call, as she was beginning to sound annoyed. Giving his bedroom one last puzzled glance, Sherlock shut the door and headed down for dinner.
