The TARDIS was dark and magnificent. A grand console in the centre of the room was covered with neon buttons, a strange tube like cylinder rising from the middle, coloured a light blue. It led to the roof on which there was two circular plates, covered in alien symbols, slowly rotating in opposite directions. Closing the door, the Doctor bounded like an excited puppy to the console, and started running around the console, pressing several buttons. His hand hovered over the only leaver, "You might want to hold onto something."
"Why?" Sherlock asked, looking at him sceptically.
The Doctor pulled the leaver and the TARDIS lurched, throwing John and Sherlock towards the console. Both tried to maintain their dignity as they righted themselves, only to be knocked down again by another sudden movement. The Doctor was laughing and even John cracked a smile. Sherlock did not look best pleased. After thirty seconds or there about, it stopped and the Doctor ran to the doors, thrusting them open grandly.
"Here we are Le Musée d'Orsay!"
Both John and Sherlock looked blankly outside, before John tentatively moved towards the door, the Doctor waiting expectantly to see their reactions.
"We're here..." John started laughing, like he didn't quite believe it "Actually... here... Sherlock this is great!"
Sherlock looked frozen. He blinked, and said, "Sorry, what?" before walking out of the TARDIS, trying not to look as worried and nervous as he actually was.
The day consisted of touring around the gallery, the Doctor insisting they looked at every single painting, and Sherlock quickly grew bored. John mainly stuck near the Doctor, who often had very interesting stories to tell about the paintings. Whether they were actually true or not, he didn't know.
There was a gallery dedicated to Van Gogh.
"Came here with a friend once." The Doctor seemed saddened and nostalgic, "She convinced Vincent to paint the Sunflowers," He laughed, but looked as if he was about to cry, "He signed them to her. Nice guy, actually."
"Where is she now?" John asked carefully.
"Oh, er, she had to... go." The Doctor quickly recovered then, returning to his usual demeanour rushing around the painting, 'sonicing' them, as he called it, with a strange futuristic screwdriver.
Next was a poorly lit room which featured one photo of a crying stone angel over the backdrop of an overgrown garden.
"That is kind of creepy, you know." John said, sighing when the Doctor darted in the room, his screwdriver buzzing.
"Oh you…" He murmured to the picture.
"Doctor? I could have sworn that angel just moved." John looked at the Doctor for confirmation.
"It's just a picture, John." Sherlock said calmly from behind them.
"He's right. It's just a projection; it won't hurt you unless you look into it's eyes. Then you're in trouble." The Doctor straightened up and smiled at his companions, and walked out of the dark room. Sherlock followed suit and ut John glanced over his shoulder at the picture once more before following suit.
"There's not usually statues in art gallery's"
"They're not statues..."
"What do you mean they're not statues?" Sherlock turned to the Doctor, frowning, "Of course they're statues, they're made of stone."
"They're not statues!" The Doctor glared at Sherlock, taking his usually wary eyes off the angels "They're beings... from another planet and I know you don't want to believe me and it doesn't make any sense, but you have to trust me."
Sherlock opened his mouth to reply, but he was interrupted:
"Sherlock..." John was standing frozen by the door looking just behind Sherlock. Slowly, he turned around and there were 2 of the angels looming over him, mouths open showing sharp teeth, their finger nails like knives, as if they were about to feast on him. Sherlock made a double take backwards, before composing himself.
Keeping his eye on the statues, Sherlock said to the Doctor softly, "Ok, I believe you."
John hid his surprise at Sherlock's resignation - not many people could change his mind this quickly - and said, "So what do we do then? There can't be much we can do if they can move when we're not looking."
"We trap them." The Doctor replied with conviction.
"How do we trap a celestial being which moves when you aren't looking?" Sherlock said sceptically, raising an eyebrow, still with his eye trained on the angel.
"Mirrors." The Doctor grinned, also staring at the angels " They are quantum locked, which means-"
"They can't move if another living being is looking at them." Sherlock finished.
"Calm down Spocks'. Not everyone is a brainiac here." John said, feeling left out and slightly jealous, "Where do we get the mirrors from then?"
"There's a room of mirrors down the corridor. I'm surprised they've gathered so near them." Sherlock replied.
"Isn't that highly dangerous though?" John said
The Doctor and Sherlock grinned, replying at the same time.
"Of course."