It was a cold morning, as Sherlock approached his familiar door number "221 baker, street". Sherlock turned the half frozen door nob,only to hear a strange wheezing sort of noise from behind him. "john, come quickly" yelled Sherlock john came rushing down the stairs, wearing nothing more than a dressing gown with a cup of hot tea in his hand's, "what is it " john said with a worried expression on his face, "that, noise what do you think it is.?" "what noise ?" said john "that noise " he paused halfway during his sentence, only to find a blue police box in the middle of the road. "what, the" john exclaimed "It can't be" said john "what is it john?" "That blue police box seems, strangely familiar" "tell me more said Sherlock" his face now extremely curious "well, a couple of years ago" "yes" said Sherlock encouragingly "well, "once , I met this mysterious man who had a big blue box the same as that" "hmm" Sherlock scratched his pale chin. "let's knock on the door" Sherlock said. Sherlock slowly walked over to the big blue police box and made one knock on the wooden door.
To be continued...