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Sherlock got up to get ready for another day of writhing in insufferable agony at a place so congested he was surprised to find out nobody there was as smart and clever as him he saw things and got things no one did but then again no one ever noticed him. He was just the awkward one who knew all the answers and only consorted with very few people like John, Lestrade, and Molly. Well as he sat in his fourth class of the day he realised that the consortium of colleges were going to be waiting for him at lunch again he wished by some fortuity he would be able to escape them. They were always confermenting him to go to their college and not the other ones. He kept telling them he would have to gestate on it for a bit, but every day like clockwork they are there right at lunch. His father and mother were very importunate when it came to going to college and doing well in school.
The bell rang signaling lunch time but this time he went a different route in an attempt to avoid an encounter with the college consortium. On this new route he found a blue box which he deduced to be a 1960's police box. Sherlock thought it fortuitous when a man or what simmed to be a man stepped out of the box and importuned him that he needed his knowledge and wisdom to save the periphery of time and space. This man seemed to glow with euphoria called himself The Doctor. The Doctor was quite gesticulate when ever he spoke. The Doctor was preferential when another student said the doctor should take him a strong athletic football player and not some know-it-all like Sherlock. The Doctor sensed that Sherlock and this brut did not have a good rapport. Sherlock felt propitious when The Doctor said that student was already predestined to fail at life because of his lack of human emotion capabilities. When The Doctor and Sherlock stepped into the T.A.R.D.I.S in an attempt to propitiate Sherlock The Doctor asked how he was doing being the fact that he just stepped into a room that was dimensionally transcendental. Sherlock thought he was destine to waste away on Earth knowing everything that was possible. Then Sherlock found it auspicious when the the first room he found by himself in the T.A.R.D.I.S was the library. He found a book in which the title read a History of Gallifrey. Just as he was about to open the book to the chapters that featured The Doctor in them to find out more about this mysterious man with knowledge way beyond sherlock, a man that seemed to have something he hid from the not just the universe but from himself as well. He was turning the page but before he could make out any of the words on the page The Doctor shut the book and took it where he could keep a good eye on it. Sherlock deduced that The Doctor was very auspices when it came to whatever was on those pages and Sherlock vowed he would find out why this man honor, wisdom had to hide behind his child like happiness when deep inside Sherlock could tell something was eating at The doctors hearts chopping away the very soul of who he use to be. But for now he will just travel with amazing yet confusing man with whom Sherlock vowed he would help.