"Is this a spaceship?" Sherlock asked, once again looking around. The room was quite fascinating again.
"It's called a TARDIS," the doctor began, as if this was the beginning of a long lecture. "She's been with me for a thousand years," he said, patting the center console.
A thousand years? Sherlock thought. Surely he isn't human.
"Are you...human?" Sherlock asked.
"No." The doctor grinned. Sherlock examined the outfit that the Doctor wore. It was rather simple; it consisted of a black suit (with a blood-re lining), a white shirt and a black pair of pants. The look was completed with normal dress shoes. He donned gray hair and rather large eyebrows. He was rather tall; in fact, he was the same height as Sherlock. His eyes were a grayish blue, but they looked old... very old.
The TARDIS came to a stop, and Sherlock inspected the room one final time. "Err, thank you," he said to the Doctor. The Doctor nodded his head.
"Don't you need help with the weeping angels?"
"That would be preferred," Sherlock said, turning around.
"Where are they?"
Sherlock opened the door, looking for where they were. "It's right down the street."
The Doctor followed Sherlock. The two hurried down the Suburban London street. They soon approached the Williams' street.
"Who lived here?" the Doctor asked.
"Amelia and Rory Williams," Sherlock answered. The Doctor' eyes widened. "Did you know them?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes," the Doctor said, "I did. They were- they were dear friends."
"Oh," Sherlock said. "Well, I suppose that if you really care about them, they probably aren't dead."
The doctor smiled sadly, as if there was no hope.
"Were you alone?" the Doctor asked.
"No."
"Then I suppose we head back before whoever you're with gets touched."
After considering this thought, Sherlock finally realized...
John.
