"You may want to hold onto something!" The Doctor shouted from behind the centre consul. Sherlock looked around, suddenly hearing a loud 'VWORP VWORP' noise and the machine began to shake. Sherlock grabbed a hold of the nearest wall, fingers gripping tightly as they suddenly stopped. He stumbled a bit before catching his bearings and straightening, fixing his collar.

"So," Sherlock stated, not at all impressed by what had just happened. "Where are we exactly?" The Doctor came around from the back of the consul and straightened his bowtie.

"Not where, when! Really, you humans, always asking where!" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Dull. When are we then?" The doctor shot a look over at the consul one last time.

"Fall, 1888, I'd say late November. The five murders have occurred, so we've already lost Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catharine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly. The scenes are probably in a horrendous state but we can get the autopsy reports. Remember now, the technology is pretty far off from what you're used to." Sherlock blinked, realizing this and reached into his pocket to pull out his mobile. He saw that he wouldn't even turn on.

"Hm," Sherlock stated "Mycroft would absolutely hate this… having to do all the leg work." A smile spread across Sherlock's face, giving him a slightly manic look at the excitement he had bubbling up inside. One of the greatest mysteries of all time? The most famous serial killer? And Sherlock was getting to solve it… brilliant. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"If you're ready to go, Mr Holmes, may we?" The Doctor lead the way out, stepping out of the TARDIS and waiting for Sherlock to leave as well before locking it behind them. The street was bustling with people, lower class from the looks of most of them. Sherlock gave an open eye around the area.

"We're at Mitre Square…" Sherlock frowned. "I need a map." The Doctor blinked, slightly surprised.

"A map? I thought you knew London like the back of your hand!" Sherlock scoffed at him, rolling his eyes.

"I do, just not in this time. The names of the streets have changed. That I know for a fact. What was once Bucks Row is now Durward Street. I could easily guide us to the correct locations, but the street names will be confusing. The first place we need to go is the police station… we need to speak to Det—." Sherlock stopped. "They're not called Detective Inspector's in this period. Inspector Abberline. We need to find him and speak with him, he'd the one leading this investigation, not well, but then again, the police force has always needed help." The Doctor smiled.

"Right! This way!" and off he went, Sherlock following quickly behind, desperately wishing that they had brought his coat, scarf and gloves.