"Hey! Hey! Everyone! Get in the TARDIS!" I ran through the middle of the room, and pushed the blue door in by it's silver handle. The Doctor filed in after me. Amy followed the Doctor. Everyone else filed in as the Doctor ran up to the control board. The groaning noise followed, and then silence.
"What in the bloody hell is going on?" Sherlock asked. He had a black eye, and a small cut below his eye.
"Eh. We got caught at St. Mary's Church. My psychic paper invented a place that doesn't actually exist."
"Your what?" Sam asked.
"My psychic paper," the Doctor repeated.
"What is that?" John asked.
"It lets anyone see anything they want to, like a badge, licence, et cetera. Okay? Swell. Right, so off we go!" the Doctor pulled a brass door handle, and off we flew, to God knows where.
Where are we, Doctor?" I asked.
"Orbiting around a supernova. I need to test this jelly we found. That might take up to twelve hours," he said.
"Ugh. I need some sleep. And a change of clothes," I said. I was still in my interview dress. The Winchesters were still in their suits. And all our things were presumably at our hotel room, as we had them drove over their from the airport while we went to Baker Street. Lovely.
"Go down that hallway, take a left, then a right, then go straight down the hall and open the second door on your right. There is a bedroom and your suitcase," the Doctor explained while opening the sample and putting the screwdriver in the purple mixture.
"How big exactly is this place?" I asked him. "And why do you have my luggage?"
"Your future self gave it to me."
"But… how?"
"Time lines. Very complex. And being a time traveller, I can bend the rules a little bit. Say, what happened to your eye, Sherlock?" He asked the sulking man.
"Dean Winchester happened," he said, annoyance in his voice.
"Well, he wouldn't stop being a SOB, so I punched him," Dean said.
"Dean!" I said.
"Well, I couldn't stand to hear a chuckle every time I said something. And he made all kinds of wise ass comments. Ugh, can I punch him again?" Dean asked.
"No, no-one is punching anyone. Dean, Sam, Thalia, Amy, John, Sherlock," the Doctor said, addressing us all. "Go get your things. John and Sherlock, Amy will show you where the wardrobe is."
"You didn't get anything from our flat?" John asked, a bit hurt.
"Your future self didn't bring me anything!" the Doctor said.
"That's not my fault!"
"It kind of is!" the Doctor argued.
John shook his head, and followed Sherlock and Amy into the hall. I followed them, and then the Winchester brothers.
After ten minutes and a few wrong turns, we finally found our rooms. There was my duffle bag, along with the Winchester's in an adjoining room. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts, Dean and Sam exchanged their suits for jeans and flannel. We managed to find our way back to the control room, where Sherlock, John and Amy were waiting. The Doctor was typing on an old typewriter. I found it funny that a typewriter was in a time machine. Simple technology in the center of complex time lord technology.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You can go to bed, if you like. I need to test this." the Doctor said, typing away. I was going to turn and say my goodbyes, but just then, everything went dark. The door to the hallway shut tight. We were all trapped in the main room.
"Doctor! What happened?" Amy said, a panic in her voice.
"I don't know!" he yelled, clicking buttons. "I've lost control of the TARDIS!"
"Won't we fly off into space?" Dean asked.
"No, We are in an orbit. Orbiting is the curved path of a celestial object or spacecraft around a star, planet, or moon. I'm sure you wouldn't know," Sherlock patronized. Dean lunged for him, but Sam and John held him back.
"Stop fighting! Amelia, go get pillows and blankets out of the supply closet. I need to get control back!" the Doctor was pressing buttons like a madman.
"What are we supposed to do?" John asked.
"Help Amy!"
We followed Amy down yet another staircase to under the TARDIS. There were a lot of hanging wires, all surrounding a bluish hue. There was a small supply closet opposite these wires. Amelia opened it. Inside, there was an odd collection of assorted stuff. There were towels, pillows, blankets, and fairly normal closet things. But there was also cleaning supplies, an odd collection of hats, including a fez, a stetson with a bullet hole through the top, and a Deerstalker. There were old, dried up flowers, a hairpin, and an Agatha Christie novel. Ponchos lined the floor. Amy ignored the strange items and grabbed three pillows, and handed them to Dean.
"Bring those upstairs, and come back down here for more," Amelia told him.
She handed Sam three pillows, then me the last pillow and a blanket. We kept coming back for more while the Doctor tried to get the TARDIS back. He was frantically pressing buttons and staring at a computer screen, hoping it would pop back to life.