A/N: This'll be in drabble format, usually around 150 words or less.
"Sherlock!" John's voice rang out through the flat. "If this is another one of your experiments I want no part." Last time he'd been versing the frozen head in saliva production.
There, in the center of the little living room was the object in question. A big blue police box stood, sitting there looking brand new among the clutter of the room.
"Because I swear," He continued, not taking his eyes off of it as he set the groceries down in the kitchen. "I will go right down and ask Mrs. Hudson to get it removed."
Wearing nothing but his bathrobe, and with shampoo still clinging to his hair, John's flatmate ran out of the bathroom, and stared at the thing in front of them.
For the first time in all his life, John Watson witnessed Sherlock Holmes bewildered. "That's not one of my experiments."