"I have been watching you for a while, and I believe I have enough information to prove my theory. I believe that these three-" the man gestured to Ron, Harry, and Hermione "Do not come from around here- judging by their accents and their clothes. You two are much easier to read, as it is obvious that travel a lot- probably doing something both illegal and dangerous. I will be able to form a more solid theory if you'd tell me your names and occupations."

When no one said anything, he added, "I'm Sherlock Holmes, by the way-"

He was interrupted by Dean, who had stood up and glared at Sherlock. "Listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once- I am sick and tired of LARPers! I get that-"

But he stopped talking suddenly, and the others hastened to look at where he was staring. A tall man with messy brown hair, deep set eyes, and no eyebrows was laughing at them from across the room. He wore suspenders and a bow tie and was grinning knowingly at Dean.

"That was brilliant," he said, when he noticed everyone staring at him. Just like the three kids and Sherlock, he too had a British accent. "I couldn't have played Dean better myself. And I suppose you're Sam- yes, you did a great job with the hair. You three must be the golden trio, and you're… Sherlock Holmes. Who should I be?"

"Well," said Hermione, who thought that she was beginning to understand what was going on, "I think that you would make a fantastic Doctor."

"Ok, if someone doesn't explain to me what's going on I'm going to start dropping bodies," Dean stated. Sam gave him a warning look as he saw Dean's fingers twitch toward the gun in his waistband.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked yet another British voice, this time belonging to a little girl dressed in medieval clothing who had apparently just gotten out of the bathroom. She went over and stood by the Doctor. "You all think that the others are playing pretend- but none of you are! I bet we're all secretly famous, but we don't know it- and now we're finding out!"

"You know," said Sherlock, frowning slightly. "It is a capital mistake to draw theories before one has all of the data. It biases the-"

"What I'd like to know," Sam interrupted. "Is why everyone here is British except me and Dean? I mean, where did you all come from?"

Everyone immediately launched into an explanation.

"I don't believe it has anything to do with our accents. I received a letter that said that a certain enemy of mine would be meeting me here, at The Restaurant at the End of the Universe," said Sherlock.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure what happened," said the girl, looking confused. "I was talking to my friend, this strange man, the Doctor, actually-" she gestured at the man in the bowtie "grabbed my hand, told me that he needed my help, and then led me to this blue box- except, it wasn't really a box-"

"I was on my way to pick up Amy and Rory when I got a phone call telling me to go and bring a girl named Lucy to this restaurant," the man in the bow tie was saying "I was just beginning to wonder whether it was a good idea to obey orders from an anonymous phone call, but I decided that disobeying would be too prudent, so-"

"Well, Ron, Harry, and I were just going back in time so that we could research how Harry could stay underwater for an hour- long story- when hedwig gave us a note from a future Dumbledore telling us to turn the time-turner about twenty-"

"If everyone could settle down, please," said a simpering voice, and a woman wearing to much make up and a curly blond wig stood up from a booth and tapped her glass daintily, waiting for everyone's attention. Looking around, Dean suddenly noticed that they were the only ones left in the restaurant. "The SuperWhoLockPottArnia games are about to begin."

"Hold on," said Sam, turning to Sherlock. "Did you say that this was The Restaurant at the End of the Universe?"

BOOM!