Chapter 2.

After his journey through his mind palace last night Sherlock hadn't discovered anything useful. Maybe that John Smith guy might be of some use. He seemed to know more than he was letting on. Sherlock walked up to the door and pulled it open. Not locked, good. He checked to see if the coast was clear before running off to find Doctor Smith. That is until he realised he didn't even know where he was.

He bumped into Sarah. "Where do you think you're going?"

He tried to run off but she grabbed his wrist. "Answer me."

He sighed "Who's the guy?"

"What guy?"

"The one you met at the concert last night."

"I don't even want to know how you know that. Look, your petty deductions don't scare me so tell me where you were going."

He looked around trying to think of a decent excuse. "Umm bathroom?"

Sarah laughed and shook her head, "Liar. Tell me the truth."

Sherlock decided that it'd be better to just give in. "Look I'm trying to find Doctor Smith. He told me to find him."

"You do know you could've just asked where he is."

"No one was around."

"Follow me." She led him towards a section of offices. There was a door marked Doctor John Smith. "You have one hour." She said before leaving.

Sherlock suddenly felt unsure of himself. Did he really need his help? No, he needs to get a grip. There is nothing to be scared of. What was he thinking? A monster is hiding in the closet? There's no such thing as monsters. He knocked on the door.

Doctor Smith opened the door and saw Sherlock standing there. "Come in."

Sherlock walked inside. This wasn't a normal office. There was a desk but last time he checked normal doctor's don't keep blue police boxes in their offices.

"About time you came here. I was beginning to think you'd become like everyone else here. Well I suppose you're Sherlock Holmes. You'd never let that happen. You just have to be different. Well I suppose in this case that's a good thing. You're the first person who's ever come to find me. Most people just stay in their rooms while their brains turn to goo."

"Why?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm here, to try and work out what's causing all this. It seems to have gone after you though. Strange. It only ever goes after easy targets, you wouldn't be one. What's it like?"

"Well given that it's wiping my mind and apparently turning my brain too goo, not good."

"Did you get a chance to see it?"

"No, I've been a little busy trying to hold onto my adult life."

"You're fighting it? Are you winning?"

"A little hard to tell. Memories come and go, it's a little hard to tell who's got the upper hand."

"Who do you think will win?" "I'd love to say that I would. But I have no idea what it even is. How can I fight something when I can't even know if it's real?"

"What do you mean?"

"This." He gestured around him. "How can we even tell if it's real. What if it's just a plant to make me believe it better? OH THATS BRILLIANT!"

"What is?"

"THIS. It's turning my mind against me. In the process it turns my mind to goo and feeds off all my knowledge. It's trying to trick me. Trying to make me think I'm winning. It's going to be a game of cat and mouse. We run through my mind until there's nothing left of it. Brilliant. Except for the me dying part. The world needs me."

"Any ideas on how to stop it?"

"Not yet."

"So I'm assuming it's disguised."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as if to say even an idiot could notice that.

John continued "If it's disguised then who is it?"

Sherlock instantly ran out of the room. John followed him. Sherlock ran up to Sarah. "How could I not realise it before!? You're the...the...the... THING! You're what trapped me here."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"I think you do."

Sarah sighed "Fine. You got me. I'm the creature."

Doctor Smith felt really annoyed; he'd been trying to figure this out for months and Sherlock just comes along and figures it out in a day. He hadn't realised that Sarah was still talking, he was too lost in his envy.

"Well done Sherlock. You're the first who has actually realised the reality around them. Well you at least deserve some answers then. My real name is Ninetta."

"Well Ninetta, can we have a bit more of a challenge. I was practically falling asleep. The Doctor over there was completely stuck before I came along... wait a second... how did he even get in my mind when he's a character in a science fiction show?"

"Because I threw him in here a long time ago. I have control over your mind. It won't be long before there won't be anything left of it."

"I WILL win. My mind is what counts..."

"Yes I know everything else is transport. You really have some fascinating things in that mind of yours. Too bad they won't be there to help you."

Ninetta snapped her fingers and the world around them began to fade.