The ship landed. Both Sherlock and John picked themselves up off the grated floor gingerly.
" Son of a..." Muttered John. " Is it always like that?" He asked.
The Doctor shook his head. " No."
" Good, cause that was-"
" Most of the time it's worse."
" You're kidding."
" I'm afraid not."
"...Well then..."
" Pretty much."
The Time Lord raced over to the doors and threw them open.
" Where are we?" Sherlock asked.
The Doctor sniffed the air.
" Exactly where we wanted to be. Welll...I say exactly. We're a couple hundred years late, but that's all fine." He replied easily.
" So where exactly does that put us?" John inquired.
" The year 1243 AD, we're in the base of a Mayan pyramid. Come on then!" The Doctor walked out. The rest of the group followed. They were indeed in what appeared to be the base of a Mayan pyramid. The Doctor had pulled out a torch and was illuminating the room with it. Around the perimeter, on the top, hieroglyphs lined the walls. Carvings covered the lower portion of the walls, joined with paintings.
" Hold on." Said Sherlock. " Move the torch back a few feet to the left...right there."
" What is it?" The Doctor asked. Sherlock didn't reply for a moment.
" A lot of the symbols are too deteriorated to read, but from what I can read, they say...slave, hibernate, awake, one hundred...and..."
" What does it say?!" The Doctor demanded.
"...Emergancy Temporal Shift."
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