I walked down the aisle very slowly, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I didn't find anything, until the last row. I looked down on the pew to my right. On it was the smallest spot of blueberry jam.

"Doctor!" I called out to him.

He jumped up on a pew, and ran all the way towards me. He jumped down, and took a look at the purple jam. Just then, we heard the door unlocking at the front of the church. We both looked up, like two deer in headlights. Sun streamed through the church as three officers with automatic weapons and a leading officer barged in.

"Stop! Put your hands up!" The leading officer shouted. We both obliged.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"If I could just lower my hands and get my ID…" the Doctor suggested.

"Fine sir. Please note that if you pull out a weapon, you and your companion will be shot immediately," The officer stated.

'Oh, I make it a point to never carry weapons. And she isn't my companion, actually. I just-" he started.

"I'm his supervisor," I butted in. If he said he just met me that day, we were both dead. The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper, and showed it to the officer.

"Let me see that," the uniformed man took the paper out of the Doctor's hands. A small smile passed through his face. Then a look of sheer terror.

"I'm… so sorry, your Royal Highness.

"As you should be. But it is all forgiven and… stuff," the Doctor said, obviously confused.

"Yes, we had an appointment here, but the door was locked, so we had to break a window. We would be happy to pay for it. But, this appointment is rather a private matter, so… to put it in away you might understand, leave from his Majesty's sight, unless you want life in jail," I threatened.

"Yes, my lady Queen," the officer and his armed squad bowed to me and the Doctor, and marched out the front door.

"Umm.. why does he think we are royalty?" I asked the doctor, who was looking at his paper in astonishment.

"My psychic paper said we were the Prince and Queen of the Land of TARDIS. That's a new one," he mused to himself.

"Okay, Doctor. Back to the jelly. We should get this investigation done before they realize TARDIS isn't a real place."

He scanned the jelly with his sonic screwdriver. The Doctor put his screwdriver into the air, and scanned it around the room. He settled on one place directly in front of us.

'Follow me!" he said, running forwards. I followed him. He ran around to the back room, then back out to the sanctuary, and back into the rear of the church. Finally he stopped. On the wall was an... emoticon. A simple smiley face. Painted in blueberry jam.

"That… that wasn't there before, was it?" I asked.

"No… it wasn't," he said, slowly.

"So… that means…"

"Someone is in here with us," the Doctor said, looking around the room, as if the mysterious person was still somewhere in the room, watching us.

"We should get out of here," I said.

"Agreed. But not before we get a sample." The Doctor pulled out a small sample bottle and a Q-Tip. He took a bit of purple goop and put it in the clear bottle. Just then, the door burst open again. The officers were back.

"Stop right there!" They yelled.

I grabbed the Doctor's empty hand and screamed "Run!"

We ran off through the back way, hearing the officers run after us. I let go of the Doctor's hand and sprinted around and back into the sanctuary, hoping the Doctor could keep up. I burst out of the door, into now blinding sunlight. The Doctor was right behind me,

"Go to Baker Street!" He yelled to me.

"No dip, Sherlock!" I yelled back. I tried to remember the way back to Sherlock and John's apartment. In my contemplation, the Doctor passed me, obviously knowing the way. I simply followed. We could hear sirens behind us. Finally, we got to 221b Baker Street. We opened the door, and bolted upstairs. Dean, Sam, John, and Amy were on one side of the room. Sherlock was standing on a table. They were yelling back and forth, and they didn't stop until I screamed.