"John, this is Clara, and this is the Doctor." Sherlock introduced.

"The Doctor?" John asked. "Doctor Who?"

Does it matter? Sherlock thought, when the Doctor replied, "My name's just the Doctor."

"Huh. Well nice to meet you, Doctor and Clara. I happen to be a doctor myself. Name's John Watson." John said, shaking the Doctor's and Clara's hands.

"Doctor, you've got some explaining to do.." Clara urged.

"Right yes I do, would you excuse us for a bit?" the Doctor said, walking towards the back of the café where it was less crowded and dragging Clara along.

"Doctor, what's going on? Isn't Sherlock Holmes in a book?" Clara asked.

"He was in a book but he seems to have, somehow, escaped and now your future London's reality has been altered by one of the greatest books ever, except now it isn't a book." The Doctor tried to explain.

"I don't understand, isn't the book series in the past? Don't these people find it weird that the book exists and an exact replica of the people in the story exist?"

"Clara, haven't you learnt that time can be rewritten? Furthermore, time doesn't travel in a straight line it's.." He motions in circles, "messy and circly and complicated."

"Okay.." Clara says at last, "now let's go back to Sherlock and John."

While the Doctor and Clara were talking, Sherlock and John had a discussion of their own.

"Sherlock, who were they?" John asked.

"I don't know; I haven't been able to deduce anything about them. It's exciting, John!"

"They seem nice. Weird, but nice. I didn't know people still wore bow ties." Said John with a chuckle.

"But that's exactly it! They don't. Which is why the Doctor's dressing alarms me. He seems to be from the past, yet not quite conservative enough to be. He has a slight lack of knowledge of the culture here, too. And the girl. She was going on about meeting me. What was that about?"

"Well you have become quite the public figure."

"She seemed to be more impressed by the fact I exist than the fact that she was meeting me."

"Sometimes I'm surprised you exist." John said, smirking.

"Oh, you know what I mean."

Sherlock looked the Doctor and Clara up and down again.

The hair- curled in a fashion that can only be described as eccentric. The plaid suit jacket- hasn't been in fashion since the 1940s, yet expensive. The suspenders- formal, but outdated as well. Wrinkles and lines on his face- has seen danger on the frontlines consistently, but the lack of an uneven tan suggests that it wasn't in battle. Bowtie- suggests that the Doctor has decided to pick his outfit from different periods of time in the past. But why? His name- suggests that he has secrets to keep, but anonymity is not one of them. No one is named the Doctor. But if someone wanted to be anonymous, they would not choose to be called the Doctor. He looks like he's in his 20s but his eyes seem to be much more experienced than that. Of his entire appearance, his eyes are the most baffling.

The hair- natural but in an updo, suggests a lack of superficiality yet a concern for convenience. The eyes and face- has not seen that much of conflict. Dress- not the right season to be wearing that short a dress with that little protection.

Besides other strange details that Sherlock could not deduce anything but the fact that he does not know what they mean, that was all Sherlock could think of.

Just then, he saw them coming back.

"We have something to show you." Announced the Doctor, pushing Sherlock and John to the door. Hurriedly, John left cash on his table and ran out to rejoin the group. They walked towards a police box that was very close to the café.

"But that police box wasn't there when I entered the café." Sherlock said, surprised.

"Ah, but you see, that's because it isn't a police box." The Doctor informed. "Now get inside."

"All of us?" John asked. "We'd never fit."

"Oh shush and follow me." Clara instructed, unlocking the TARDIS and stepping inside. Sherlock was next to enter, followed by John, then the Doctor.

Sherlock and John were so amazed that they were rooted to the ground, and the Doctor closed the door with a snap of his fingers.

"But it's.." Sherlock managed.

"Go on, say it. Many have before." The Doctor said, excited.

"Not possible." Sherlock finished his sentence.

"Well that's another first." The Doctor said to himself.

"It's bigger on the inside!" John remarked.

"Right you are!" the Doctor exclaimed, happy that the phrase's been said again. "It's not just bigger, it's infinite. It's.. my TARDIS."

"Your what?" Sherlock asked.

"TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. T-A-R-D-I-S. TARDIS." The Doctor explained. "It's my ship. It can take me anywhere, anytime in all of time and space."

Sherlock and John stared at every crevice of the TARDIS, trying to absorb what they've just heard. Speechless, they walked around slowly, still not believing their eyes.

"So tell me," the Doctor said, "Where would you like to go?"