They bolted to the left, dodging the arrows that were shot in their direction. Luckily the Venetian government hadn't hired their archers for skill. As they meandered through the streets, the sound of the guards' shouting became quieter until all they could hear was silence; fortunately for the duo, they both had long legs that were used to running – they easily outstripped the portly sentries. Abruptly turning right into a small alleyway, Sherlock grabbed the Doctor's cloak and pulled him in. Both men were panting.
"That was… interesting." The consulting detective said between breaths.
"That was brilliant! Shame about the girl though." The Doctor added.
"We couldn't have saved her, by my calculations, going back on your own timeline is probably not the best idea. Besides – she was destined to die at that specific point in time. There's no point in changing that or there could be consequences in the future." Sherlock deduced, finally catching his breath. The Doctor looked at the consulting detective.
"Oh you're good, you're very good." Sherlock quirked a smile.
"Shall we get going then? I've got dinner waiting. You're welcome to join us." Sherlock stated, leaving the question open. The consulting detective didn't quite know what had spurred him to ask this question. There was just something about the man stood next to him that made Sherlock want to trust him entirely. However The Doctor didn't make any effort to acknowledge the question, he instead, stepped out of their hiding place and looked around.
"I think the TARDIS isn't far from here – there's that merchant from earlier!" he said, practically skipping off. They found the TARDIS quite quickly after that, seeing as how it had drawn a small crowd of curious onlookers.
"Excuse me, Doctor coming through! I'll examine this odd looking building! Excuse me! Thank you." said the Timelord loudly, pushing through the crowd. He unlocked and opened the door just wide enough for him and Sherlock to slip through and jogged up to the control panel. Sherlock shut the door and looked around the TARDIS again. He didn't let this on to The Doctor, but he found it magnificent.
"How come we can understand everyone? It's not as if renaissance Italy is fully of English speakers. Obviously it's something to do with the TARDIS."
"Ah, good question! The TARDIS has a translation matrix, so we can understand any foreign languages, and they can understand ours. It's a good thing you haven't got a strong accent! Causes havoc with the systems." The Doctor grinned to Sherlock, who had walked up to the control panel.
"Seems like there is a lot for me to learn, then." Sherlock said. The Doctor faltered a little, then smiled again.
"So back to Baker Street then? What time?" The Doctor asked, starting to pull levers and turn knobs. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the man's dismissal at his former statement.
"7 o'clock will do nicely."
"Rightyho!" The Doctor yelled, over the cyclic wheezing that had started inside the room. He pulled one last lever and pressed a purplish looking button, and then they were gone.
TBC