"Two rings"
"Client!" Sherlock jumped up excitably. The kettle began to boil as the man took his seat.
"Thank you" he muttered, his eyes sullen and shaded. Sherlock smiled at John as he watched him.
"I'm Isaac, I'm."
"Yes, Isaac from America, yes, but why did you come here?"
"I read his blog" he pointed to John who chuckled slightly.
"Okay, why did you need to see me"
"I think someone is going to blow up New York" He sat forward.
"What again? That old lot were so transpa-"
"Sherlock!"
"What?!" he placed his hands together "sorry" clearing his throat "who do you think is going to blow up New York?"
"His name is Peter Patrelli, he's got an ability"
"What sort of ability?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, focusing on Isaac.
"He, well, ur, he's quite like me, but not really" he stuttered.
"The clock ticked gently in the background, "Well, why don't you tell us what you can do." said John, watching Sherlock closely.
"Sure" Isaac became more confident "Do you have some paper and a pencil?" Sherlock rolled his eyes as he a piece of newspaper to the visitor. "Thanks"
Isaacs eyes turned white, his pencil dancing across the paper. A female was pictured, Mrs Hudson, she was holding the milk Sherlock had promised John and 5 bags, stood in their door way into the flat. His eyes returend to their hazel brown colour.
Sherlock blinked in confusion, just as he had with Irene. "What is that supposed to me-"
"Boys, I've got the milk you needed. I just went out - Oh sorry" Mrs Hudson stood in the door way clutching 5 bags and a bottle of milk.
"Sherlock stood, "No no, it's fine, thank you Mrs Hudson."
"I'll just put it in the kitchen shall I" Sherlock stared at Isaac who was clutching his drawing. "Sherlock, do put those eyeballs in the cupboard and not on the side please"
"Thanks" muttered John as she left. "How did you?" John asked.
"I just can, and there are others I believe Simone says that there is a list of us. Peter Patrelli was a friend, he helped me and Simone, but I've drawn him, he's the reason. Please, help me." His eyes wandered over to Sherlock in lust.
"Just leave a phone number and we'll contact you" John stood as Isaac rose "Book into the hotel down the road, when is your return flight?"
"Two days from now" he smiled weakly and shook his hand "Thank you" he turned to Sherlock who was stood at the mantle piece, fondling a skull.
"Don't worry about him, should I accompany you?"
Sherlock turned as John returned.
"That was odd wan't it, strange things have happened since the Doctor and the Winches-"
"John we're going to America"
"Okay, wait what?!"
"This is big John, we need to get to this list, maybe we can help. Call the Winchesters and that mad man, we're going on an adventure"
John clasped his hands to his head "I should never have got you into the Hobbit should I?" him whispered. "Sherlock! Have you gone insane?!"
"I've told you before John" Sherlock turned to face him, a twinkle in his eyes "There's nothing wrong with me!"