A/N: Hello! Another update! So far this 'daily' thing is working out! I'm actually kind of surprised it is because I normally would have forgotten about something by now... Anyways! Fluffy clouds and little birds on trees are amazing! Enjoy! :D

The final pile was in a room located on the opposite side of the building from the double doors leading into the storage room. It had a setup of a sitting room considerably nicer than Sherlock and John's. There was a sofa and several armchairs surrounding as heavy coffee table.

Sherlock whipped out another test tube and took a third sample. The Doctor again bent down and felt the sand. Mycroft was hesitant about it, but he eventually seated himself on one of the armchairs.

"I'm fairly certain now that my idea was correct." The Doctor said, standing up, "Just… Where is it coming from?"

"Where's what coming from?" asked a confused John/

"Shhhh!"

"He is literally just like you!" John said angrily to Sherlock.

"I know," Sherlock said, "That's why I've decided I like him."

"It has to be in here!" The Doctor shouted, running out of the room, then back in, I know that! But where is it?!"

"What? Where is what?" Sherlock demanded.

Mycroft leapt up as two of the legs on the armchair collapsed, but nobody was paying attention to him. John and Sherlock were both focusing on the Doctor as he scurried around the room.

"It has to be in here!" The Doctor said, frustrated.

"What?" Sherlock asked again.

"Now you know what it feels like to be me…" John said.

"It has to! And the storage room, and that other room! What did all three of them have?" The Doctor tapped his temples, trying to remember what he saw in each room.

"Chairs." Mycroft said.

"Yes, but it can't be in a chair! What else?" The Doctor stared pacing back and forth.

"Candles?" Sherlock suggested, picking up the two lying on their sides from the coffee table.

"Candles!" The Doctor shouted, "Yes! There were some near the armchairs in the storage room! And of course, in the dining room! Sherlock Holmes! You are a genius!"

"Yes, most would say that I am." Sherlock said matter-of-factly.

"Candles!" The Doctor shouted again. He took one of the candles Sherlock was holding and snapped it in half. There was a small bang and sparks and smoke came from the split in the candle.

"What the…" John stood in shock, "But it's a candle!"

"No, it's not," The Doctor said, "It's a… teleportation ray… thing…"

"Teleportation ray?" John gave a high-pitched laugh.

"Yes, teleportation ray thing," The Doctor said, "I've seen something like this before."