Clara was waking up to an earthquake. How else was she going to explain the constant shaking. But no one was screaming or anything. What?

"Sherlock." A voice said. "Who are they?"

"Sherlock!?" Clara nearly jumped out of her seat. First, Supernatural. Then, Doctor Who. Then, Sherlock. Someone out there just really wants to see her and Ally explode with happiness, don't they.

Clara stood up to see that Ally was the one who was shaking her awake. "Oh. My. Cas's father. You're Sherlock Holmes."

"Who are you?" Sherlock said.

"Ha. Sherlock doesn't know something. Brilliant!" Clara laughed. "We're Clara and Ally and we're from-"

"America!" Ally slapped a hand over Clara's mouth.

"I know that, of course." Sherlock whined.

"But how did you end up here?" John wasn't looking at them. He was looking at what they were holding. Clara was still holding her weapon in her hand. Luckily, Ally wasn't. Dang it. Even when she vowed to never kill anybody or use her weapon, in the end, she still did. And now look where it got her.

"Can. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Ally stammered. John gave them a suspicious look. "You can hold her hammer so we don't, ya know, do anything."

Ally yanked Clara's Hammer Axe and gave it to John, who was now inspecting it. Ally pulled Clara out the door and angrily whispered.

"Don't say we're from you-know-where!" Ally said. "This is the real fake world. So no random zapping and no knowing what Sherlock doesn't."

"But I want to plaaayyy!" Clara whined.

"We might break the greatest detective in the whole world. Do you want that?"

Clara lowered her head. "No." she said quietly.

"Good. No just follow my lead." Ally walked back into the room where John and Sherlock had now changed the hammer into an axe.

"The strangest mechanics." Sherlock mumbled.

"Uhh. Hi." Ally awkwardly waved to get their attention. "You wanted to uhh deduce or something!"

"Yes. But go on explaining, exactly, how you ended up here in the first place. One moment I turn around and the next, two girls are asleep on the couch with a large hammer in their hands."

"What do you mean? We were here for half an hour trying to explain to you our problem. You were rambling on about something and we got bored so we slept." Ally huffed.

Clara looked at her. Is that the best you can come up with. Really.

Shut up. Like you can do better. Ally shot back, reading her expression.

"Yes." Sherlock said slowly. Was he really believing it? "So what was your problem?"

"We don't remember." Ally said.

"You don't remember your problem." John repeated.

"We think we might have amnesia." Clara said. "The last thing we remember is being on a plane to London. And now we are in Sherlock Holmes' flat."

"How do you know who I am?" Sherlock questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Ally pointed to John. "His blog." Okay, so Sherlock wasn't famous yet. But he had met John. Surely they could narrow down where they were in the 6 episodes.

"We don't have time for this." Sherlock got up, already bored. "You should leave."

Wait a second. Clara was still trying to see which episode they were in. The room is destroyed. How did I not notice this before? The room smelled of gunpowder and the windows had been shattered.

"The great game!" Clara nearly shouted. Sherlock spun around to see what all the commotion was about. This is where Sherlock meets Jim for the first time. This was the perfect time to show up.