It was 8:00 PM as I finished typing up Sherlock's latest case on my blog. I quickly read it over, looking for any small details that might be out of place. After finally deciding it was as good as it could be, I posted it and closed my laptop. The flat was very peaceful, as Sherlock was out "case hunting" rather than pacing around with a concerned expression. I suddenly saw that Mrs. Hudson had laid dinner on the table for me, so I got up and enjoyed it. By the time I was finished, it was 8:30, and I went to my chair to read. Recently, I'd been to the library and bought a book called, "The Woman in White". It was by Carver Edlund, an American author by the look of it. I read the back over, paying attention to the description.
Sam has been enjoying time at Stanford, living his own life and even starting a relationship, but when his brother Dean shows up, everything turns upside down. Haunting memories of a demon hunting childhood return to him as Dean asks for help finding their father. As the two brothers depart on their first hunt back together, they will get a lot more than they bargained for. The first book in the "Supernatural" series.
Seems interesting enough, I thought. I opened the book and began to read. From the beginning it caught my interest, and I read until I heard light footsteps approaching the door. I set the book down and looked at the clock. It was now 10:00 PM. Sherlock stepped through the entrance and closed the door. He was beaming like a child who had just received what he wanted for Christmas. He clapped his hands together and proceeded to throw off his coat and scarf.
"You found a case, then?" I asked him, watching his every move.
"Oh, yes, John! I found the case of the century!" Sherlock leaped over to his chair, happier than I had seen him in a long time.
"What is it?"
Sherlock, of course, had to start at the beginning. "I walked around for a bit, looking for odd happenings or odd people. I passed many sorts, before finally stumbling upon a frightened member of my homeless network. He had been meaning to come to tell us, and was on his way when I found him. His case, though, oh, his case, John!"
"Sherlock, what did he say?"
"He told me of something people have been seeing for years. Not just years, centuries. Over the course of the long human history, there is one man who has always seemed to have shown up. He was, or is, called "The Doctor". If you look through the past, the man told me, you will see his face over and over again."
"That's certainly an oddity, yeah." I replied, a bit puzzled about the whole thing.
"Want to hear the really strange part?" Sherlock grinned at me. "Every so often, someone will report an out-of-place telephone box, and a few days later, it will be gone. Now, at about the same time that happens, the "Doctor" will come out of the box and take a young female companion. Those companions are sometimes never seen again. Then, he says, if you look throughout history, some of these female companions will show up next to this "Doctor". Isn't that wonderful?"
"Um…I suppose so…" I stated, more confused than ever. "Are you thinking kidnapping or hoax?"
"Honestly, John, I don't know what to think. Now, I think I will go to sleep so I can think on this matter in the morning." With that, he hurried off to his room to go to sleep. My head was spinning in circles, so I decided to continue with my book. I read it all the way until I reached the end, and of course, it was a cliffhanger. I shall go and pick up the next one tomorrow, I thought, and at 12:00 AM, I went to sleep.