AltoOwl here, and I bring chapter 4!
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"Can't we go help?!" Clara pleaded to the Doctor. The two stood along the sidewalk in front of 221B Baker Street, with the meeting fresh in their minds.
"No, we really should be getting you back to your school." The Doctor was walking briskly several paces in front of her. "Let's get back to the TARDIS."
Clara ran up in front of the Doctor then stopped, blocking his way, forcing him to stop.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"We're going to go help," Clara commanded.
"Why? They don't need our help, they don't exist! Even if they're the real Sherlock and John, which is impossible, they are perfectly capable of handling their own case, it's their job!" With that, the Doctor stepped around Clara and briskly continued to walk towards the TARDIS.
"Well I'm helping!" Clara yelled at him. "And so should you!" She walked in the opposite direction, fuming.
They each continued on their way, Clara going back to 221B Baker Street, and the Doctor going back to the TARDIS, neither wanting to relent and go back to the other.
The Doctor didn't feel bad at all about the fight. He took her to see Sherlock, who shouldn't exist, and it was time to head back. Sure, the encounter had been entirely accidental, but all the same, Clara had received what she wanted. She must be in one of her moods. Yes, that's it! It was definitely time to leave her at school again then. Clara has never had a good track record as a companion when she was in a mood. She was always getting into trouble, but when she was in her moods... The Doctor mentally shivered. Clara was just trouble when she was in a mood.
That wasn't the only reason the Doctor wanted to leave, though. Something about this "London" was off. On normal circumstances he would probably stick around until he figured out what, but he couldn't wait to get out of here. The Doctor had a horrible feeling about this place.
He wasn't considering at all that Clara might not give in and come back to the TARDIS. She always had in the end before, why would this time be any different?
It didn't take him long to reach the TARDIS. She stood on the corner of Fourth Street and Cas Way amongst a crowd of pedestrians waiting to cross the street. None of them paid the odd police telephone box any attention as humans always do.
Once the crowd had dispersed, the Doctor slipped into the TARDIS and sat down by his mini library in the console room waiting for Clara.
It only took him fifteen seconds to become impatient. Where is she? The Doctor stood up and paced around the TARDIS console, wondering what on Gallifrey was taking Clara so long.
You know what?! he told himself. I'm just going to leave her and come back later. It'll teach her a lesson...
With that in mind, the Doctor hit buttons and switches on the console to go to Anura which had always been very nice in the summer when watery terrain was at a nice color and consistency to do some swimming. Leaning back, he waited for the wonderful noise the TARDIS makes, but it never came. The Doctor looked at the monitor to figure out the problem. Nothing was wrong, all the levels were perfect, or normal at least. He had never known what they were supposed to be at since he threw away the manual. Still, she had worked fine before like this, what was wrong?
The Doctor walked around the console attempting to understand, when an idea came to him: What if the TARDIS didn't want to leave here? Where is here anyway? How could Sherlock Holmes possibly exist?
"So many questions, not enough answers..." the Doctor muttered to himself. He stood there theorizing all the possible answer to those questions. Then it came to him.
"That's it!" the Doctor exclaimed aloud, although he was alone. He figured out where they were and how Sherlock Holmes existed! With a twirl he hit a few switches and buttons on the console, off to Baker Street and Clara!
Clara was fuming as she walked back to 221B. Why must he be such an insufferable, selfish git? Arriving onto the steps, she sat down.
"He'll come around eventually," Clara told herself. She soon became lost in her thoughts, so lost that she neglected to notice that the door behind her had opened and Sherlock Holmes exited 221B Baker Street with John Watson.
She remained in her mind until she heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing.
"Finally! It took him long enough," Clara muttered to herself, standing up and brushing down her dress.
The TARDIS had become fully visible by the time its door opened and the Doctor ran through.
"Come, we have to help!" he said as he came up to Clara, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up the steps to the door of 221B Baker Street. He knocked firmly onto the door three times.
"What changed your mind?" Clara asked as they waited for the door to open.
"No time for that, we need to go help Sherlock!" he replied before the door swung open.
This was starting to get bothersome. Sherlock and John had arrived at the scene of the crime shortly after being called, to find that, not one, but two people had disappeared. Only a mere fifteen seconds after Detective Frederick called them, he had reportedly disappeared!
Shockingly, though, was that the kidnapper had broken his pattern. Not only did he take two people within thirty minutes of one another, but he left behind the first victim's wallet.
"These mistakes will lead to his downfall," Sherlock mused silently as he processed all this information in his mind palace.
John was beginning to find this case more bothersome than normal. Not only is the kidnapper taking random people, but he's taken four, all but one in broad daylight! They had arrived at the scene fifteen minutes after the call due to traffic, and discovered that the very officer who called them, Detective Frederick, had been taken.
The two stood silently as they both studied the scene, scouring it for clues.
Sherlock was stumped. None of it made sense! There was no motive, based on the abandoned wallet, no pattern, not in victims or in time, and he had almost no evidence against the kidnapper. Usually this would be solved by now! To say he was agitated was the least of it.
And so, he stood there pondering, and begging that John wouldn't say anything about the undeniable fact that he was stumped.
Behind the now open door was an elderly woman wearing brightly-colored floral clothing. She was not Sherlock Holmes. "Yes?" she inquired.
"We're here to see Sherlock Holmes," the Doctor replied, agitated. The old lady was taking this way to slow for his liking.
"Are you clients? He's not taking any new clients, and I'm afraid he's not here right now, do you want me to leave your name—" she never got to finish her sentence.
"Actually we aren't clients," the Doctor interrupted. "What address might we find him at?"
"Oh he's investigating the kidnappings at Dayton Mart. It's a terrible thing, my friend always shops there. I've been telling her now to choose a new shop, but she won't listen. Oh! She'll get herself kidnapped next if she isn't careful!"
The Doctor and Clara didn't stick around to listen. They called a cab and gave the driver the address, "Dayton Mart."
Once they were moving, Clara whispered to the Doctor, "I've never heard of a Dayton Mart, Doctor. Where are we?"
"I'll explain later, right now though, I believe we have almost reached our destination," he replied while looking out the windshield.
Of course, the Doctor was wrong, and they had sat in silence for ten minutes before they arrived.
After they paid the driver, they got out and studied the building before them. It was small, and a little rundown, but vibrant, and homely in appearance. Its pale coral and seafoam theme danced across the surface of the cement, and it's sign that read "Dayton Mart" declared it's name. The only thing out of place was a long yellow tape across the front of the building that scarred the image.
Together, the Doctor and Clara walked inside the building without a single question from the policeman that stood guard, but only after the Doctor showed his psychic paper to the man.
The market was small and fairly obvious were the two men that stood in its freezer aisle. The two whispered quietly, the only real noise to be heard in the room besides the soft buzzing of the freezers and refrigerators. Besides them, the place was deserted.
The Doctor walked hurriedly towards the pair with Clara close behind.
"Didn't we tell you to go away?" Sherlock said this without even facing the newcomers.
John turned around in shock, what? He was suprised to see the two strangers from earlier standing there.
In the same moment, Clara and the Doctor froze. How could he possibly know they were there?
"We aren't taking any clients," he reminded them, "so I suggest that you leave now."