So here's Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy!
"What the…", was all Rachel managed to utter when she entered her bedroom.
Everything, all of her belongings that related to BBC Sherlock had been replaced by Dr Who fan products.
Where there used to be a Sherlock figurine, there was now a small model of a TARDIS. Her wall, earlier decorated with countless posters and pictures showing everything from Sherlock through to a character from the show, Henry Knight, was now plastered with Daleks and Doctors. All the DVD's and books had just… gone!
The only thing that remained was her beloved skull Charlie, which was still on her desk, seeming to smile mischievously, as if he knew what was going on.
Rachel searched her room over and over again to the point she was close to hyperventilating. It was no use. After an hour, she collapsed into her desk chair, exhausted, clutching her head.
This wasn't-couldn't be true. Wake up, she thought, pinching herself in the arm. The last time she'd been in her room, everything had looked normal. Am I going insane?
"Mum" she tried to call out, but she hardly received a whisper. Okay, stay calm, she told herself, inhale … exhale.
"Mum!" she exclaimed, this time stronger.
"What is it now, Rachel?" Lillian answered from downstairs, with a hint of irritation in her voice.
Robin staggered down the stairs and into the kitchen. She held on to one of the chairs to regain her balance. Her mother was just about to speak but, at the sight of her daughter's confused state, her face fell. Her earlier annoyed expression had become sheer concern.
"Oh god! What's wrong, darling?"
"Mum, wh-what happened to my room?" Rachel answered, clumsily pointing in its general direction.
"Oh, honey, I only dusted a bit. Did I accidentally break something?"
Rachel buried her face in her hands.
"It's just that everything is… gone."
"What do you mean? Gone?" Her mother asked.
"All the Sherlock stuff. Everything that had anything to do with the show and the books and..."
Lillian's expression turned cold.
"Oh, I see. You're starting that 'Sherlock' discussion again? Well, I'm not going to get myself into that. Oh, don't look at me like that Rachel! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
With that, Lillian stormed off towards the living room, leaving an even more confused Rachel behind. Halfway out of the kitchen, Lillian stopped.
"We're out of milk. Do something useful, would you, and get some? Money is on the counter."
What has just happened? Her mother wasn't joking. She was deadly serious about not knowing anything about BBC Sherlock and seemed to not even know the household name that was Sherlock Holmes. Her room didn't contain anything connected to Sherlock any more. It was disconcerting to say the least.
And now she was supposed to get some milk.