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"No." He heard himself breathe out. It was impossible. The truth was finally starting to sink in as John stepped in and took a proper look around.
He'd thad to take some sort of a physical science class to become a doctor after all, and this, this box thing, was breaking all the rules.
He promptly jumped out, realizing that the box was still well, a box. A wooden 1950's Police Box. He poked his head back in. But there was the impossible room!
"Oh this is my favorite part." He heard the Doctor say to Sherlock, who John paid no heed to in his hurry. He ran around the perimeter of the box, wedging himself in between it's wooden back and the desk. Reaching the front again, he stared incredulously at the skinny man, gasping.
"But- But that's not possible!" He got out. "It's a box!"
Before the Doctor could respond however, another popped up, one John had nearly forgotten was there.
"Once you've ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true." Sherlock cracked his neck to one side before stepping forward.
"Great line mate." Sherlock ignored him .
"You're the cause of all that alien nonsense aren't you?"
The man grinned. "Yes, yes I am."
"The crimes around here recently?"
He let out a small laugh, and his hands plunged into their pockets. "I'd like to think so, yes."
"Good. Now take me to the child before I strangle you."