Sherlock guided the time lord and his companions along with John back up to the surface and out to Lestrade. The inspector ran up to them, wondering what the heck Sherlock was doing. Sherlock quickly explained the situation to him, but Lestrade seemed weary.

"So how did they end up in the closet?" the inspector asked, folding his arms. "Nothing has come or gone from that closet in weeks."

"Well, sir, I temporarily turned off the cameras so I could get the thing open. There was a rumor going around the compound, saying that there was a ghost in there. And, of course, Dr. Smith here didn't believe me. So, we opened it up and me, Dr. Smith, and Mr. Williams were trapped inside for a couple of days. We pounded on the door, but no one was even in the vicinity," Amy fibbed, looking guilty, but relived to be out of the closet. It seemed to satisfy Lestrade, but he sighed.

"Whatever. It's probably best that you take a week or two off from work just in case," the inspector suggested, walking back to his car, mumbling something about how this shouldn't be his division. Sherlock gave a calm smirk toward the Doctor before calling a taxi. As one came down, the Doctor and Amy got in first, then Sherlock. When John and Rory came behind, Sherlock stopped them.

"There's not enough room in this cab. You should call another," Sherlock suggested and closed the door. John and Rory watched as the taxi drove off along the empty street.

"Maybe we should start walking. We can catch a cab once we closer to the center of the city," John suggested to Rory and began down the street.

"I guess it's not a horrible idea," Rory mumbled, dashing up to John.

~~S~~

Amy stared out the window, bored of Sherlock's and the Doctor's reminiscing. She wondered where Rory was, whether or not they could get back to reality, and if there was a version of herself here. She knew that she probably shouldn't go find herself, since that could creat a massive paradox and disrupt something in the space time continuum. Suddenly, the car grew silent and Amy looked over to see why they were staring at her.

"What?" She replied, glancing between the two.

"What's wrong?" The Doctor asked, tilting his head to the side. Sherlock seemed not to care, but politely stayed quiet.

"Just thinking. Am I not allowed to think?" She asked offensively.

"Ah, a Scottish woman though and through," Sherlock laughed as Amy gave him a sharp look.

"So what? Could you tell by my accent?" She answered as the Doctor smiled, waiting for Sherlock's reply.

"That was the first thing that tipped me off, but if I spent years in Scotland, I would also gain a Scottish accent. But I can tell that most, if not all, of your ancestors were Scottish because of your reaction and behavior. Kind, yet strong. Also your red hair. Very rare to find in people that aren't Scottish or Irish," Sherlock explained, leaving out the smaller details. Usually he would want to show off, but she seems dangerous when provoked.

"Does he always do this? Explain my entire being to me just by looking and listening?" Amy asked the Doctor as he nodded.

"He's known as a Consulting Detective, and he's the only one in the world because he has that ability," the Doctor clarified as Sherlock gave a small grin. Amy only stared in shock and awe, wondering if she should be a bit frightened by this.

"This is ridiculous. Really? The only one in the world? Did you make up the job?" She pried, curious. Sherlock nodded.

"Yes, I did. Sometimes it pays well. John got a job as a medical doctor a while back to pay for rent," Sherlock answered, nodding slightly.

"And are you and John a think? You two seem awfully close," Amy continued, getting a shocked look from Sherlock.

"No, we are only roommates and friends. I am married to my work," he replied, sticking his chin out. Amy pursed lips and nodded, turning back to the window.

"I'm so glad you are able to make friends now. You were so lonely before," the Doctor mentioned, smiling grandly.

"You're one to talk, Doctor. Wandering alone through the universe. I remembered when we first met. In your previous regeneration. You said you were looking for a young woman. Rose, correct?" Sherlock asked, knowing that it was a slightly sensitive topic. The Doctor smiled weakly and sighed.

"Yeah, I was. Got the wrong universe. When I got back, I was able to find new companions. Martha. Donna. Amy and Rory. Oh, and I found Captain Jack again. Did I tell you about Captain Jack, Sherlly?" The Doctor implored, wanting to tell a story. Sherlock smiled and shook his head. Usually he hated when people talked about themselves, but the Doctor told them differently somehow. Like he was reading a fairy tale that had never been published. Amy sighed inaudibly as she had heard the story a dozen times before.

Soon, the cab dropped the trio off at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock paid the driver before the taxi drove away. The Doctor and Amy stared at the door, slightly gaping.

"We're really here. 221 Baker Street," Amy sighed as she started to giggle and jump. Sherlock came up behind them and unlocked the door.

"I'm sure John and your friend Tory-"

"Rory," Amy corrected.

"Rory should be here soon," Sherlock repeated, growing annoyed with the Scottish woman. He led them upstairs to the living room and kitchen. A few moments later, John and Rory came in, rather irritated.

"Sherlock! You home?!" John called out as he and Rory climbed the stairs.

"In the living room!" Sherlock called back as Amy and the Doctor examined the room. Rory joined them once they made it to the living space. Amy picked up the skull.

"Is this a real human skull?" She asked, looking at it carefully.

"Yes, used to be a friend of mine," Sherlock replied as Rory saw the holes in the wall behind the couch. He touched them to measure the size.

"These are bullet holes," he stated, shocked.

"Yeah, he gets bored," John whispered, leading Rory away from the wall. Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Are we going to point out the obvious all day, or can we have some tea?" He nearly shouted, silencing everyone.

"Tea sounds good," the Doctor decided as Sherlock disappeared into the kitchen. Amy walked up to John, staring at Sherlock.

"Is he mad?" She wondered under her breath.

"He insists he's not. Honestly, he's like a highly functioning sociopath. Said so himself. Not that I disagree, either. Although I wouldn't mention it to him. He might act proud again," John mentioned, offering a little advice.

"And we wouldn't want that," Amy agreed as Rory stood behind John and her.

"Has Sherlock even mentioned the Doctor? he's never mentioned Sherlock to us," Rory added, staring at John.

"No, he hasn't. I'm not surprised. It's never been important enough to talk about. Sherlock doesn't usually talk about his past," John informed, glancing back at Rory as the Doctor entered the kitchen. Sherlock looked up for a moment as he poured the hot water into the tea pot.

"Doctor, why did you chose to have companions again. I thought the loss over Rose would have stopped all that. Normal people would bounce so quickly," Sherlock questioned, settling the kettle back on the burner. The Doctor leaned against the wall and sighed.

"We're not normal people, Sherlly," the Doctor replied softly, making Sherlock smile.

"That's an excellent point. Still, I find it hard to believe. How many years has it been since lost Rose?" Sherlock countered, leaning against the counter.

"A few decades, but I've been traveling alone for most of it. I've lost people and some just left. It's easier to be alone," the Doctor sighed, glancing over to Rory and Amy. They were listening it John tell wild stories of the cases he had been on with Sherlock.

"It's safer, but we hate safe. Adventure and risk is what makes us alive," Sherlock stated, following the Doctor's line of vision.

"So painfully true," the time lord mumbled as Mrs. Hudson came into the room.

"Sherlock, are you making- Oh, you have guests. On another case, are you?" She guessed.

"Not exactly. What do you need?" He replied, staring at her.

"Nothing. I just heard the door open and wanted to make sure it was you," she answered as she turned to the Doctor. "What's your name?"

"Smith. Dr. John Smith," he responded, reaching out to shake her hand.

"John Smith? That's your name? Is it an alias?" Mrs. Hudson implored, politely accepting his hand shake.

"No, it's my true name," the Doctor lied, showing her the psychic paper that revealed his fake identification. She sighed and nodded at the Doctor.

"Sorry. It's just not everyday that you meet a man whose name really is John Smith," she apologized before she left, feeling a bit embarrassed. Sherlock grabbed the tea tray and took it into the living room. He set it down as he noticed Amy, Rory, and John were staring out the window.

"What is it?" The Doctor asked, standing behind Amy. She looked up at him and back out the window. There was a fiery message down below, saying 'Come out an play. -M'. Sherlock smirked at the message, hating that man even more.