I swear it's longer in Google Docs. I would've written more, but I really didn't want to keep anyone waiting much longer. Thanks for all the awesome support & great reviews you guys are giving me! *showers reviewers in chocolate*
The Doctor and Rose Tyler clambered down the steep, rocky tunnel.
"Woah!" Rose slipped on something, nearly falling into a nearby chasm. The Doctor reached out and caught her arms before she could fall.
"I got you," the Doctor said. Rose half walked, half climbed, back onto solid ground.
"I slipped on something, I don't know what," Rose said, gesturing to the dark substance. The Doctor soniced the substance before licking it. "Ew."
"It's blood - human blood mixed with something else's," the Doctor said, straightening up. "It's only half an hour old, so some human's been down here in the last half an hour, who d'you think it was? Take a wild guess,"
"John and Sherlock," Rose said.
"Yup," the Doctor said. "Let's go find those two before they get into any more trouble."
Sherlock untied the ropes holding his waist to the chair and stood up, brushing the dust off of his shirt. He half-ran over to the other person tied to a chair, who Sherlock confirmed was John, and ripped his gag off before trying to untie the ropes holding him to his chair. Sherlock knelt down and started to pull at ropes, loosening the bonds.
"Sherlock… what happened? Where's the Doctor and Rose?" John asked.
"I don't know, and I'm not really the best person to ask," Sherlock stated.
"Well, you're the only one here," John said. "Why aren't you the best person to ask?"
"Remember the wolves?" Sherlock asked.
"How could I forget?" John responded.
"Rose had gotten to the TARDIS, and the rest of us were about to follow, and then I woke up here," Sherlock said.
"But… how… we…" John stuttered. "We did lots of things, and you were perfectly fine!"
"Well, obviously not," Sherlock said, throwing the untied ropes into the darkness. John stood up.
"What do we do now?" John asked.
"Try to find an exit," Sherlock said.
"Uh, Sherlock? We can't see." John said, pointing out the obvious flaw in Sherlock's plan.
"Do you have keys?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes," John said, wondering what that had to do with anything.
"Give them to me," John ruffled through his pockets and retrieved his keys to 221B, handing them to Sherlock.
"I don't see what this has to do with-" John started. Sherlock clicked a button and a mini flashlight attached to John's keyring lit up. "Oh."
"Let's go find and exit," Sherlock said, and the twosome headed into the ever-growing darkness.