Sherlock sat on the sofa of a drawing room in the TARDIS, wrapped in a blue towel and his hair dripping wet.

"So you were right," he sighed, "Jim forced me to jump. It was me or the only three people I cared about." Sherlock looked at The Doctor, his eyes full of sorrow. "What do we do now?"

The Doctor massaged his temples. "We'll get you a doppelganger and drop it off at the time and place you supposedly landed. Then I'll drop you off somewhere you can lay low for a time being."

"What about John?" Sherlock inquired, his eyes filling with tears, "will I be able to see him again?"

" I'm so sorry," The Doctor replied softly, "not for a long time."