Rose peered over the shoulder of the Doctor, her eyes shining with the curiosity she got whenever they found something to lead to yet another adventure. Once the news came through to the two, Rose cocked her head to the side with interest. She hadn't a clue of what he was talking about- but that's how it always was with the Doctor. Besides, she enjoyed the surprises he always had in store for her. "Well, I'm counting on you to make it worth it." Rose responded with a wide grin. She reached out and grasped the Doctor's hand, before strolling out of the alley.

Looking around with keen interest, the Doctor lowered himself a down to ground level and whisked a sample of dirt onto his finger in a single quick motion. Standing up again he tasted it, before exclaiming with excitement, "Ahah! I knew it. Alternate dimension. We, Rose Tyler, have stumbled into a universe not so different than ours, yet still different all the same. But linked. You know how? BOOKS, don't you see it? Books! The marvellous link between alternate realities only brought to life by those who can sense it!" He paused dramatically, grinning devilishly for added effect. "And do you know who's discovered universe we have just stumbled upon?"

Rose leaned against a side wall as the Doctor got to work in his crazy manner, not taken back at all by his unusual methods. After months of traveling with him, she had learned that his mad techniques were actually quite accurate. She watched him work with an amused expression, never getting tired of the unusual things that he did and dragged her in to. "Alternative dimension?" she raised a brow, "That's certainly new, isn't it?" A smile found its way on her lips as he rambled on, her interest perked. She shook her head in response to the question, allowing him to have some fun.

"Oh it's not new, Rose Tyler, it's old, older than you can imagine! Older than even me. What is the strongest, most well-known form of memory in the human mind? Stories! Why is this? Because they actually exist. Some people, some born with a gift to sense doorways into other dimensions are able to pick up on a whole different life, with a whole different world! It may not be completely accurate all the time, hence that one rubbish story Twilight, but all the same. We have stumbled into no less than the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's marvellous discovery! Sherlock Holmes, Rose, Sherlock Holmes!" He clapped his hands together, almost giddy with excitement. It was not every day he didn't get to meet not only a famous historical figure, but a fictional one. "And we may have stumbled into one of his famous cases."

Rose tilted her head to the side as he went on. Normally she wouldn't have listened to half of his rants, but this time her curiosity got the best of her. A story? Now that was something that got her excited. She had always been fond of books, fairy tales when she was younger, and mysteries when she was older. It had given her something to do and think about, but she found herself reading less now that she had adventures to go on with the Doctor. She had to admit, it was much more fun to live the adventures, no matter how dangerous they may be, rather than just read about them. "Sherlock Holmes?" she echoed, racking her brain to recall what she had read about the man, "Wouldn't that be with... Professor Mormon or something like that?"

"Moriarty!" The Doctor exclaimed patiently, his excitement getting the better of him. "Sherlock Holmes! The most famous detective in his world as well as ours. Don't tell me you've never read him! Good stuff, that. Classic." He forced himself to pause his train of speech before he got even more off topic than he already was. "The question is, why are we here? I obviously didn't set the TARDIS to come here, she just landed on her own. Perhaps she picked up a psychic signal. Either way, not good news. Never good news when the old girl acts up, eh?" He peered around, suddenly taking out his sonic to scan the area. "Strange. This universe seems to be a bit... unstable. Perhaps the weakened barrier between our universes is what caused the TARDIS to be absorbed into this one. We should find out what's setting this off."

Sherlock allowed himself to be led away by John, not really paying attention. His mind was still focused on that blue box. Police. Police box. Taken out of the majority of London after the invention of the cheaper, chordless phone. Only one like it left in London. Rigtht by the tube. But there it was. A second one. It made no sense. Who would take a police box, probably from the rubbish, and make it look so new? And then place it square in the middle of an alley in London? None of it made sense. Maybe it was Mycroft trying to piss him off.

John continued at a quick pace down the street, hoping to catch up with their lead- even though he knew the chances of that were slim. Damn, why did Sherlock have to be distracted by the smallest things? Speaking of the detective, John's gaze turned back, and to his suprise, Sherlock was actually trailing BEHIND him for once! John raised a brow at this. "Everything alright, Sherlock?" he asked, hoping to get the taller man's mind back on track to the case.

Sherlock glanced up at John with the faintest sense of recognition. He was too far deep into his mind to really bother with the rest of the outside world. "Yes, John. I'm fine. Somehting's just... come up." He waved it off as if it was just another one of his odd habits. "You were saying? We were... after that ... other one, right?" He tried to distract his own mind. This information of the strange box was irrelevant! He was on a case. Yet then why was he so put off guard by it? When something bothered him, Sherlock always knew it wasn't without reason.

John stared a Sherlock with an unconvinced, worried frown on his face. He could tell that something was bothering the detective, but knew that nagging him about it would get no where. He sighed, shaking his head gently. "Yes, yes. Moriarty. We were on his trail, but i'm afraid that he slipped us up... again." The last part came out in a more agrivated tone than the older man had wished, and he winced slightly as he heard it. It had a been long day for the two of them, and they were just SO close... just to have the criminal out of their grasp once more. John rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Oh will you quit that look, you're going to make me sick." Sherlock rolled his eyes at John's worried expression. Emotions only held the mind down, and John was raging full of them. No wonder why his simple little mind hardly picked up on what Sherlock's could, let alone realise how strange that blue box had been. And those two people. He could hardly read them properly. At the mention of losing Moriarty, Shrlock's patience snapped. "There is no use getting upset over something I had no control over. Perhaps if you hadn't taken so long my calculations would have been... more precise."

John stopped in hid tracks, a mixture of offense and hurt spreading across his face at the accusation. He whipped around to face Sherlock. "If /I/ hadn't taken so long? Sherlock, we nearly had him before you decided to stop for some ruddy Police Box!" he snapped back, not in the slightest of moods to deal with this right now. He was tired, agrivated and not at all tolerant of any sort of jabs that Sherlock had rolled up his sleeves today.

"If you were't so blind to the obvious, John, you might have noticed that it was not just 'some ruddy Police Box'. How many have you seen in our time, John? The last few were disposed of 17 years prior, and are quite a rare sight to say the least. So what is one doing suddenly in such an unconvenient spot in London? No one could have used it for it's purpose there. And-" He paused for a breath, his words finally catching up to his brain. "I am wasting my time on you. If you cannot see it for yourself in the first place, you won't find much use of it." John was just cranky. He could tell by his collar and left shoe that John was in a foul mood, and talking would probably just provoke him and end with Sherlock having to "APOLOGISE" in some stupid social action that would be time consuming while so much more was needed to be done.