Hi! Sorry it took a few weeks, and this chapter is going to be relatively short, but I'll update again as soon as I can! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
"Wait," Olivia called out as the group passed a familiar street. Toby halted and looked at her strangely. "Are...are we going in circles?" Jonathan looked around. "You're right!" he said in surprise. "Toby, you've brought us right back to Baker Street!" Toby looked down shamefully. "Oh, Toby," Olivia sighed. "You're getting to be an old dog, aren't you?" She was beginning to realize that Toby had lost either his sense of direction or his sense of smell. Perhaps both. "Well," said Dr. Dawson as he slid down from the hound's tail. "What do we do now?" Jonathan jumped off of Toby and helped Olivia down. "I suppose we should go on foot then..." he said, a bit dejected. "We could take a cab!" Olivia suggested as one stopped near them and let off a human. The three hurried to catch it and climbed up onto an odd-looking ledge that was designed for humans to step into the car. "Amazing things, automobiles!" Olivia yelled over the car's exhaust once they were in motion, beaming. "If you say so," Dawson replied, trying hard just to stay on. Jonathan and Olivia gave each other the same look while trying not to laugh. The doctor had always had so much trouble with new technology that it had given him a reputation for it among his friends.
Once the car stopped, everyone found themselves and the driver stuck somewhere on London Bridge. "Why on earth would the man stop here?" Dawson wondered out loud to the other two, only to find that Jonathan was gone. Dawson and Olivia looked around for him until they heard him call out. "Don't think it was his own decision, Doctor..." Jonathan was examining the car's undercarriage, which the driver had opened and was now and had found that the engine appeared to have been shot - literally. Dawson and Olivia caught up with him there to take a look for themselves. "But how did the driver not notice? And how did the gunman reach it to begin with?" Olivia looked at the doctor with an eyebrow raised. "Doctor," she said. "You don't have to be Basil for it to be all too easy to figure out. The bullethole is much too small for a human to have done it. The gunman must have been underneath the hood." "Exactly," Jonathan agreed. "But why," Dawson said, still confused. "Would they want to stop the car?" "Why do you think, Dawson?" said Jonathan, surprised at how little Dawson could put together after years in this business. "They aren't trying to stop the car, they're trying to stop us."
