John was walking away from Sherlock's grave. Unaware he wasn't dead. Sherlock survived the fall. He waited until John had left the graveyard, got back into the taxi and left for 221b. Sherlock turned around and walked for about five minutes. Suddenly, out of nowhere an old 1950's blue phone box started to appear. Sherlock was astonished. And furthermore to his surprise, a happy looking man with a fez stuck his head out of the box. The funny man had two people by his side, a beautiful but fiery ginger girl, and a lost looking boy, with an astonishingly large nose. Straightaway, Sherlock ran up to this box, and looked inside and fainted, because he was a man for science and logic and deductions, but no logic could explain the ginormous room inside this tiny box. The jolly man and his friends lifted Sherlock up, and brought him inside their funny room.

Sherlock was still in a bit of a hazy manner, but the two men from the giant room bent down to him with confidence and said simultaneously said "Don't worry, I'm a doctor", then they looked at each other confused. Sherlock sat up and replied "I knew a doctor, I guess I still do", he had emotion and thoughts running inside him, emotions that he never thought he would ever feel. The ginger girl sat down beside him and explained things. "Hi, before we tell you where you are, I am Amy, this is Rory, my husband, and this is The Doctor, the one in the funny hat."

Sherlock looked up, "I had a funny hat, a deerstalker. So, where am I, Amy?"

The Doctor couldn't help himself; he butted right into the conversation. "Hello. Well, you are in the TARDIS. That's Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. She's my time machine; I travel all over the universe and through time and space with her. She's my ship."

Again Sherlock looked confused. The second time his deduction skills weren't at their best. "Her. She?" he asked. "It's a machine. How can you give a machine a gender? Oh, God. You're not French, are you?"

Amy re-joined the conversation "No, we're not French. I'm Scottish, Rory is English and The Doctor, well, he's a time lord." Amy sighed. "A time lord is a…"

"A time lord is a race of time travellers from the planet Gallifrey. It's located in a binary star system within the constellation of Kasterborous. But it was destroyed, in a war. The time war. It was a war between my people and another race, called the Daleks. Long story short, I am the last of the time lords, the rest died and burned with the planet."

Sherlock looked at The Doctor. "I know how that must feel".

For the first time The Doctor knew he had someone who'd have been through something just like himself. He knew had a friend who understood him completely. And Sherlock realised something too, the most important thing he could ever know. That John was his soul mate. That, when he has told John everything, they'd never part.

Sherlock felt love.