Chapter 2: The Box
John and Sherlock had previously forgotten about the mysterious email, as the days went on. They still saw it as of no importance, and a few recent cases had popped up that Sherlock needed to deal with, so they had their minds elsewhere. They did not acknowledge the mail, until more began showing up.
"Sherlock! Another spam mail!" John yelled out. This was the seventh e-mail that week, with the same four words. I need your help. The black words standing out boldly amongst the white screen. Just like the other seven e-mails, this one had no sender. No names, and there was no direct recipient. The mail was not directly addressed to them, so who was sending these notes and how were they doing it?
Several days later, the letters seized. John and Sherlock continued to check, but there were no letters, no mail nothing at all. It was all too quiet for Sherlock. Something was not right. Something was never right.
The next morning, was eerily quiet. Everything seemed frozen, and for Sherlock that meant all hell was about to break loose. Around noon, John and Sherlock were sitting in their chairs, Sherlock in his mind palace which was still jumbled up, and John in the midst of reading 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea.
"John something cannot be right. My mind palace it is..it is maze, and I cannot solve it. And I cannot work like this john! I AM GOING TO GO MAD!" Sherlock shouts in frustration, and throws his hands up into the air. Suddenly there is a halting screech, and large crash, as a large machine hit the pavement, causing apartment 221B to rattle like an earthquake was occurring. Sherlock stood up, and flew to the floor, hitting his forehead on the side of the coffee table. John clutched the kitchen table, as the laptop slid to the floor, and snapped the screen in half.
The shaking lasted less than a minute, but caused everything in the house to fall. Sherlock sat back up, groaned, and shook himself off.
"Sherlock, are you ok? Oh god look at your head." John asked Sherlock.
"Yes I am fine stop worrying," Sherlock replied annoyingly, reaching up and touching his forehead. He brought his hand back down, and saw quite a deal of blood pooled on his hand.
John ushered Sherlock to the chair and said, "Sit down I am going to get my med kit. You're going to need several stitches. SO STAY PUT." John ran upstairs to his room to retrieve his kit, but Sherlock could simply not sit still. He wearily got up, head spinning, and walked out the door, and down the stairs. He opened the front door, and saw something much more than just a machine. He saw a big blue box. A big blue police box. Suddenly a hand whips open the door of the box.
" 'Ello, I'm the Doctor!"