"You're Sherlock Holmes? The Detective? I remember you! My brother! Sherlock, it's so good to see you. And to think I'd almost not recognized you! That's why you took Jenny's case, isn't it? She was looking for me, and you wanted to find me too." He nodded. I wanted to talk to him again.
"So good to find you again, Daddy. I missed you. How's Donna?" His face froze. "Where is she anyway?" He sighed.
"I'll show you," he finally said. He put his hands on my head and images of what had happened to Donna flashed through my mind.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know."
"It's alright."
"So you're alone again?" He nodded, and I thought I saw him begin to cry.
"You need to find someone. You know you can't be alone."
"My life is so dangerous. I can't ask that of anyone."
"But it's amazing. I would trade the world for the chance to travel with you."
"Do you want to come with me?"
"Oh, I would love to, Daddy!"
"But what about Sherlock?"
"That is a time machine, right?" John asked. "You can just make sure no time has elapsed."
"I can't get too close. Got to avoid paradoxes. But I can be back within about a week of the time we leave."
"Good enough for me. We can take turns. She can go with you for a while, then come live with us for a few months, then you take her again, etc."
"Seems reasonable. What do you say, Jenny?"
"Oh, I'd love that, Daddy! Allons-y!"