"Look at those streets, look at those horses. It feels like a million miles from old smoky America. This place is the best." Allie told Michael, "Too bad that the male dominates the society. I would have to dress up as a boy if I went into the East end." They were in Hyde Park. The year was 1893, and the flowers indicate that it was spring time. "Yes, I do agree that the scenery is good. What's that over there?" He painted towards a crowd. Allie and Michael went there to investigate. A boy and a man were in the middle of it.

"Please sir, don't report me to the bobbies. I have a family to feed!" the boy pleaded. The man ignored the boy and continued beating him. Then Allie could take it no longer. She marched up to the man, took a good look at him and said, "Stop it before I lose my temper."

"Oh yeah; you can't scold me you little whore!" he sneered. Allie smelt the alcohol in his breath and her face darkened. Michael saw this and motioned for the crowd to step back. She swung her leg and kicked him straight between the legs. The man flew into the air and landed on top of a cab nearby. "That's for insulting me, idiot." She muttered under her breath and squatted down. "Are you okay, boy?" She asked. He nodded. Then in a softer voice, she whispered, "Do you know anyone who is letting out rooms?" The boy nodded again and motioned for her to follow him. She grabbed Michael's arm and they followed him. She was eventually led to 221B Baker Street. A lady was in the kitchen.

"Are you the landlady here?" Michael asked.

"Yes, name's Mrs. Hudson. Why?"

"Are you letting out any rooms?"

"I'm afraid, sir that you are quite mistaken. There are no more rooms for rent. You can try the flat next to mine." The landlady said.

"Thanks."

Mrs. Hudson went back into her kitchen. Michael and Allie walked to the next flat and managed to get a room. Before sending their little guide away, Allie asked, "If I want to contact you and your friends, where can I find you?" The boy grinned and pointed towards the street. "My mates and I would be here." He ran off.

Allie smiled and followed Michael to their new flat. "I think that your time machine did not serve its purpose, but it has made it better!" Allie exclaimed. Michael looked at her in disbelieve. "What do you mean it doesn't work? We're in Victorian Era, Allie!" he told her. Allie shook her head sadly.

"We are in the Victorian Era, but it is not our Victorian Era. This machine of yours could travel between universes. Now look at it this way. Point 1, 221B flat's landlady is a woman called Mrs. Hudson. Point 2, that boy we met was of the Baker Street Irregulars. They are the only ones who beg on this street. Point 3, Mrs. Hudson said that the room is taken. This is the year 1893, during Holmes's Great Hiatus. Mycroft rented Mrs. Hudson's rooms. The final conclusion is that we are now living in the Victorian Era of Sherlock Holmes, Michael Elias Astoria." She stated. Michael could see that she was definitely in a temper. He gulped,

"Okay, so we are stuck in Holmes's world, and he is somewhere in France We can't possibly make Watson hand over his case files so we could read more mysteries. What should we do?" he asked, suddenly aware of the "dark aura" surrounding Allie. She smirked and began explain how she was going to get the files.

"You know, I think you are reading Holmes stories too seriously." Michael remarked. They were in Dr. Watson's room, dressed in cat suits. "Be quiet, Michael. We are here to get the files for other Holmesians, so it is for the greater good." Allie hissed. She slipped her hands around four journals, replacing them with 4 identical blank notebooks. Then she took a number of files from the metal cabinet. The two of them slipped out again. Watson would never know until he opened one of them to write a story, and that won't be until a year later.

"You know, Michael, I think we could be burglars for a change." Allie smirked once more.

A/N: Finish of story! I know that it is a little abrupt and so I would add a little filler chapter if I want. Sorry, looks like Holmes does not appear in this story at all!