Disclaimer: I do not own Basil, Dawson, or any of the other Disney Great Mouse Detective characters.
The candlelight flickered on at the small Victorian House on Baker Street in West London. The stars still shined brightly outside and one could hardly notice the little house just a few feet high hidden behind the massive grass blades. This small peculiar house belonged to a mouse, and perhaps the greatest of all mice. This quaint little home belonged to Basil of Baker Street, the great mouse detective, renowned and acclaimed for his recent defeat of the great arch-nemesis Professor Ratigan at the towering Big Ben of London.
Inside the house, a mouse with tan fur was standing by the fireplace holding a letter. He had a great look of concern on his handsome face as he stared thoughtfully into the blazing fire. The flames of the fire danced upon his youthful face and illuminated his figure. The mouse was in his mid twenties with greenish gray eyes and a fairly thin body structure.
Two other mice shared the residence of this mouse: Dr. David Q. Dawson, Basil's new trusted associate whom he had recently met while on the Flaversham case, and Mrs. Judson, Basil's housekeeper. Basil lived under the house of the great human detective Sherlock Holmes and his trusted associate Dr. Watson.
The mouse with the letter sat down upon the armchair near the fire and then carefully placed the letter on the side table.
"Hmmmm... how could this be Dawson?" asked the figure to approaching shadow behind him.
"How did you know I was behind you Basil?" wondered Dawson with great surprise.
"Oh, elementary Dawson, just the way the flames started flicker I deduced there must be another figure behind me. It could not possibly be Mrs. Judson; she is sound asleep by now so it must have been you. But anyhow, to matters at hand. After our last chase after Ratigan we were unsuccessful in apprehending the fiend. Yet, Ratigan left behind this Dawson," said Basil placing the note in Dawson's paw, "which describes the plans for...although it might seem preposterous...it appears to sketch out the plans for time traveling.
"Time traveling, is that possible?" questioned Dawson, with a faint smile on his face.
"Well, actually it is not a matter of time travel, as it is of time displacement. I am not really sure but it seems that Ratigan is plotting to bring something or someone from the future to the 19th century.
To be continued...