When we got back to Baker Street, John, Sherlock, Sam, Dean, and I all got on computers to search for this substance. We scoured the internet. I couldn't find anything. We thought for a little while that it was just corpse smelling grape jelly. Finally, after three cups of tea, five rounds of biscuits, and four pots of coffee, we were all on a computer. Sherlock was up and typing, Sam was looking at his computer screen, obviously reading something. Dean was passed out on his keyboard. John was on Netflix, and I was looking at pictures of all the victims. They all looked the same.

"Does anyone know what time it is?" I asked.

"It's 2:17 in the morning," Sherlock replied.

"Lovely," I replied, "Does anyone have any idea what this stuff is?"

There was a collective shaking of heads from around the room. I stared at my computer. I was about to fall asleep, when I heard a noise. It was a wheezing groan that echoed throughout the room. Papers began to fly as a gusty wind blew around the room. Sherlock had shielded his eyes. John had as well. Dean, Sammy, and I were simply staring around the room, looking for the cause of the wind and noise. Then, in front of the window, there was a blue box materializing. Yellow letters read Police Public Call Box. There was a flashing white light on top of it. Then, the wind died, the sound stopped. In Mr. Holmes's living room was now a 1960's American telephone box. I was astounded. I didn't know what was going on. The rest of the men in the room didn't seem to have a clue either.

"What the…" Dean said, followed by an expletive.

The blue doors on the call box opened. Out stepped a man. He was taller than me, but not as tall as Dean. He was wearing an unbuttoned tweed jacket, a red bow tie, a white dress shirt, and black pants. He was holding a little jar with the purple substance. He went running up to Dean.

"I found what it is!" the man exclaimed.

"Who are you? And what is that thing?" Dean said, gesturing to the box in the living room. The man straightened his bow tie.

"Sorry Dean. Wrong day. Seems to be getting less accurate," the man turned back to the box, opened the door, and screamed, "Amelia! I need you!"

We were all afraid of this man. Dean had his hand on his gun, under his suit. I was scared, but intrigued. Who was this guy? Who was Amelia? I wanted answers.

A tall woman stepped out of the box. She was dressed in a mini skirt, boots, and a maroon t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. She had fiery red hair.

"What is it now, Doctor?" She asked the crazed man in the bow tie.

"I need someone with people skills. Sexy dropped us on the wrong day again," the guy explained.

"Can you not call it "sexy"? Please?" She had a scottish accent. Amelia then turned to look at us.

"Hello. My name is Amelia Pond, or Amy. This is my friend. He's called the Doctor. He has a machine that he calls "Sexy" that travels through space and time. I will take questions one at a time," She waited for us to raise our hands. Everyone did.

"You," She pointed at me, "What is your name and question?"

"Uh, Thalia. My question is what is the thing in Mr. Holmes's living room?" I pointed at the box.

"That's the TARDIS. It stands for Time and Relative Dimentions in Space. Don't ask me or the Doctor how it works. I don't know and he will drag you into a speech about time. It's not fun," Amy looked at the rest of the room, full of hands.

"You, next," She pointed at Dean.

"Hi, My name's Dean Winchester. How does the Doctor know my name?"

"He met you about a day into the future. I wasn't there. He knocked on my window at two in the morning screaming about purple corpses or something. Next." She pointed at Sherlock.

"Hello. My name is Sherlock Holmes. Has this man ever been to medical school?" He looked disdainfully over at the Doctor, who was dancing in the spot with the grape jelly mixture in one hand.

"I trust him with my life," Amelia responded.

As the last questions were asked. I could kind have pieced together why the man with the bangs and bow tie were here. We had met in the future and gave him the corpse jelly. He figured it out and got his friend Amelia. He arrived two days early. In his time travelling machine that looks like a call box. Totally normal stuff. I see a lot of weird stuff, but this is a whole new realm of just… weirdness. I wanted to see inside. I kind of imagined the inside of the TARDIS being like the inside of an elevator. A small square that you can't fit more than seven people in it comfortably. Maybe a few buttons. I raised my hand again.

"Thalia, What is it?' The Doctor finally noticed me.

"Can I… Can I see the inside?" I asked timidly.

"Be my guest," the Doctor lead me into the TARDIS while Amy was having an argument with Sherlock.

I stepped inside. The lights flickered on. There was a hatrack to the left. Stairs let up to a console of sorts. It was a circular console with a glowing tube leading up to the cavernous ceiling. Another staircase lead beyond to who knows where. The whole room had a welcoming warm yellow glow. I was astounded.

"But… It's bigger on the inside?" I ran back out the doors. There was a heated debate on the Doctor's PhD status, so they paid no attention to me. It was no joke. It was a telephone box, telephone box sized, in the living room. There is no way that console would be able to fit in this room. I stepped back inside.

"But.. How? Is it like… I don't know, A dimension in the police box?

The Doctor looked sad.

"That's my favorite part to explain! But the scientific term is dimensionally transcendental."

"Cool. I don't want to ask what that means. Does it really work?"

"Of course it works!" The Doctor said.

"Fine. I should go… break up an argument," I opened the TARDIS doors and peaked out of them,"

"Dean, Sam, John, Sherlock. This is really cool. Come in here!" I stepped back into the TARDIS and danced around. Dean entered through the opened door, followed by Sam, John and Sherlock. Every person but the latter one had the same reaction I did. Sherlock just stood there. He looked… bored.

"What do you think Sherlock?" the Doctor eventually asked.

"Meh," Sherlock replied.

"Meh? Most likely, this is the first time you have been in a TARDIS. Actually, it is the first time you have been in a TARDIS, because this is the last one in the universe. Unless you're a Time Lord with his own TARDIS that escaped the Time War. Well, unless…"

"Doctor! Focus please!" Amy yelled.

"Right then. Alrighty. Okay. So, I found where the purple stuff is from, and what it is. It's jam. Blueberry jam," the Doctor stated.

"One moment. I have a few questions. One. What is a Time Lord? Two. Are you out of your mind? The purple stuff smells like corpses! Also, if we just go with you, we won't be there to give you the jelly in the first place," I was very confused.

"Right. No, I will have the jelly, it won't just disappear, or something. But I'm sure it's jam. Like ninety eight percent sure. Anyway, I'm a Time Lord. The last of the Time Lords," he was running around the console pressing buttons and levers.

"Why won't it disappear?" I asked.

"Because time is really just a big bowl of wibbly wobbely timey wimey… stuff. Because I am a time traveller and I can keep the jam," he pressed one more lever, and a loud noise echoed through the time machine. It was roughly the same noise that we heard in the living room. A groaning, wheezing sound. And then everything was silent. Absolutely silent.

The Doctor bounced down the steps, with a purely happy look on his face. He got to the front doors, and threw them wide open. We were… actually… in space. The sun glared from hundreds of billions of miles away. The Earth was spinning ever so slowly, almost peacefully. It was just a dot from where we were. I ran over to stand beside him. So did John, Sam, and Dean.

"Holy…" Dean couldn't even finish his remark. We could see all the planets, including Pluto.

"Could I… step out? And… you know… see it?" I asked.

"Of course! Just jump. I'll grab your foot."

And so I did.

He grabbed my foot. I was floating above the TARDIS, bound from floating off into space by a probably crazy man with a possible PhD. It was amazing. I could see other galaxies, planets, and moons from where I was. I was so astounded, and on the verge of an existential crisis, when I realized something; I was breathing. In space. Where there is no atmosphere.

"How am I breathing?" I asked, on the verge of a panic attack.

"Uh… Time Lord physics. Big bubble, like a balloon of sorts. No, actually, scratch that. It's just a big ball of atmosphere around my TARDIS. Beautiful thing. Do you want to come down?" the Doctor asked. I sighed into the air bubble… thing. Truth was, I never wanted to come down. I wanted to float up here for eternity. But, all things need to come to end. And I could feel Sam's laser eyes in the back of my head, wanting a turn for himself.

"Yeah, sure." I took one last breath, and felt myself being pulled back down. I landed in the doors of the TARDIS as Sam was asking for a turn. I ran up the stairs, and found Amy, who was on the phone, leaning against the console.

"Listen, Rory. Next time the Doctor comes knocking at our window, you are going with him. No, this isn't up for debate. I have gone the last three times! No, he doesn't. Shut up! Ugh, no you aren't the third wheel when you're here with us! Okay, yeah, that one was a bit of a stretch. Okay, yeah. Love you, goodbye." She hung up her cell.

"Hey Amelia," I said.

"Hello Thalia." she responded.

"I have a question. How in the hell are you getting four bar service in freaking outer space?" I asked. Amy laughed. She had a pretty laugh, that made me want to laugh along with her.

"The Doctor upgraded my phone when I first started travelling with him. I can call anyone, anywhere in time and space. I was just calling my husband, Rory. He's fixing the dent in our roof the Doctor made. Oh, and before I forget, Doctor!" she called to the Doctor, who was holding John's shoe.

"What! I'm a bit busy!"

"Rory says hi! And so does River!" She yelled to him.

"River? Who's River?" I asked.

"The Doctor's wife. My daughter."

"But… How-"

"Time lines. She was kidnapped as a baby by some evil space villain, turned into a psychopath trained to kill the doctor, and they fell in love. Problem?" She asked me.

"Uhh… no," I said.

"Sherlock, do you want a turn?" The Doctor asked the man.

"No."

"Come on Sherlock. It's beautiful out there. Trust me." John pleaded.

"No."

"Sherlock, I'll tell Mrs. Hudson about the body in our flat if you don't go out there." John threatened.

"Fine." Sherlock stepped out of the window, arms crossed. The Doctor caught him by his shoe. He stayed up there for two minutes, in complete silence, when the Doctor spoke.

"What do you think?" he asked Sherlock, a smile brimming on his face.

"Bored." the single word came from Sherlock after a brief pause.

"But it's the Solar System!" the Doctor argued.