Max Headroom/Doctor Who(Matt Smith)/Sherlock
20 Minutes into Baker Street
As the rain fell upon the streets of London, a boy of sixteen ran towards a cluster of skyscrapers that dominated the evening sky.
Bryce Lynch had been attending a science convention both as an attendee and as a guest speaker. He had given a dissertation on the destabilization of the human attention span and its importance to television ratings. It had gone over fairly well. He only wished the weather was better
As he ran, getting more soaked by the moment, he saw an old style blue police box standing on a corner. Well, it was just as good a place as any to wait out the downpour. So without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped in.
He blinked and considered rechecking the box's exterior. No, dammit! He knew what he saw. It was too wet anyhow to go back outside.
"We have a guest, Sweetie," a woman with toussled blond curls told a man in a twede jacket.
The twede man turned and smiled.
"Oh, hello," he said brightly. "I'm the Doctor. Welcome to the TARDIS. Not sure why she let you in. But it must be a good reason. Don't you agree, River?"
"I just came in to dodge the rain," Bryce told them. "I'll be out of your hair shortly."
There was a wheezing noise and the machinery at the center of the room came to life.
"Looks like you'll be with us for a bit," River told him.