John walked down the street on his way to the grocery. Sherlock had used the last of the milk that morning and hadn't bothered to replace the empty carton. Typical, John thought with a sigh. He felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his mobile to see a text from Sherlock.

I may have broken the teacups. Mind picking up some more? -SH

All of them? -JW

John had never met another person who could cause so much trouble in less than five minutes. Sherlock's reply came a few moments later.

Yes. I was experimenting. -SH

John was about to reply when a voice caught his attention. He lifted his head to locate the source of the noise and saw a young man wearing a bowtie and braces walking towards him. He was angrily muttering to himself when he suddenly stopped.

"Excuse me, may I borrow your telephone? Sorry, it will only be a moment," the man said, grabbing John's phone before adding, "Probably."

John was stunned into silence, so he stood there watching the strange man point a laser beam at his cell phone. The laser made a funny noise and then the phone's screen lit up.

"Oi! What are you doing to it?" John demanded, confusion written all over his face.

"I got into a row with a couple of Cybermen and misplaced my TARDIS. Luckily, I was able to activate her distress signal before she disappeared. All I need is something to pick up the frequency. My sonic won't do, obviously, so I'm trying to maximize your phone's connectivity. If I'm right," he paused to fiddle around with the technology a bit more. The phone began to beep like a radar and the man smiled triumphantly, "I can use this device to locate the TARDIS!"

John frowned as the man began zooming down the sidewalk with the phone in hand. "That's my-," he began to protest, but saw it was no use. There was no other option but to run after the strange man.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way!" he called to John. The Doctor? How ridiculous, Doctor who? thought John.

The phone lead them down alleyways, through yards, and across parking lots, all the while the beeping becoming more and more frequent. John hoped that they would soon stumble upon whatever they were looking for, because the local grocery store only stayed open until six. If he didn't make it by then he would have to take a cab downtown to the 24-hour supermarket. He'd be better off going home and picking up the groceries tomorrow. He was so lost in thought that he bumped right into the Doctor, who had finally stopped running.

"So, where are we, er, Doctor, is it?" John asked. They had stopped beside a blue police box standing in a park. The Doctor eyed it with a look of apprehension and then glanced over his shoulder.

"Well, this is the TARDIS. But I seem to be picking up another signal on this device," the Doctor replied, hitting the phone against the palm of his hand.

"Well, I may have just gotten a text," John said, impatiently.

Now it was the Doctor's turn to look confused. "A text?" He asked, examining the mobile more closely.

"Give it here," John commanded. Honestly, who hasn't heard of a text? John retrieved his phone from the stranger's hands only to find that he hadn't received any texts since the last one from Sherlock. Then, the signal that the Doctor had heard sounded again. One word, repeated three times. Delete, delete, delete. "What was that?"

The Doctor dashed towards the police box and materialized a key, using it to unlock the door.

"What's your name?" The Doctor asked hurriedly.

"John, but I'd like t-," he began before being interrupted by the Doctor.

"Well, John, thank you for lending me your phone, but I'm going to need you to get into the TARDIS now."

"You mean that thing?" John asked, indicating the police box.

"Yes, this thing! You'll be safe in there," the Doctor assured the man.

"Safe? Safe from what?" It was that moment that a group of large silver robots appeared out of nowhere about four yards from where the two men were standing. John gaped at them, and the Doctor's eyes widened as he made to push John into the TARDIS.

"Safe from them!" The Doctor replied. John didn't need to be told twice. He stepped inside the TARDIS, followed by the Doctor, who closed the doors behind them. John spun around to find that the police box was a great deal larger than he had expected it to be. The Doctor quickly made his way to the center of the room and began pushing buttons and pulling levers, which caused the TARDIS to jerk a bit and make a whirring noise. John looked to the Doctor in confusion.

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space," he stated. "It's sort of like a space ship and sort of like a time machine."

John was starting to think he must have fallen and hit his head earlier because nothing seemed to make any sense. Space? Time travel? And who was this Doctor character?

"I don't mean to be blunt but I've had quite enough for one day. Can I go home now?" John asked desperately. The Doctor laughed and nodded.

"Absolutely, I've sent the Cybermen on a wild goose chase halfway across the galaxy. To London?"

"Yes, please, 221B Baker Street," John replied, exhaling. He just wanted to get home. The Doctor changed a few of the TARDIS settings and soon they were parked on solid ground once more.

"Here you are, John! It was very nice meeting you. I would give you back your mobile but," the Doctor trailed off, holding up the remains of John's phone. "Sorry, apparently the two signals aren't meant to come into contact."

"That's quite alright," said John, wanting more than anything to get out of the TARDIS. He walked towards the door and opened it to see Speedy's right outside. "Well, bye."

The Doctor smiled and gave him a wave goodbye. John left the blue box and closed the door behind him. He walked up to the door and pushed it open. "Sherlock?" He called out as he climbed the steps, but there came no reply. He found the flat empty, but the mess of Sherlock's most recent experiment still cluttered the room. John retreated to the downstairs in search of Mrs. Hudson. She came scurrying out of the kitchen wearing an apron and a coat of flour. "Mrs. Hudson, can I borrow your phone?"

She looked at him strangely for a moment and then said, "Who are you?"

This caught John off guard, but he quickly regained composure and replied, "Mrs. Hudson, it's me."

"Oh, dear, you'll have to forgive me, I'm no good with names," the old woman laughed. John stared at her with a worried look on his face. He was starting to wonder if she had been using too many of those herbal soothers recently.

"John. John Watson. I live upstairs. 221B," he explained, attempting to jog her memory.

"No, that can't be right. That's Sherlock Holmes who lives up there. A fine boy if there ever was one," she beamed. "I think you may have the wrong address."