*bows* Gomen... I haven't been able to write for a long time... . So! Let's continue, yeah?
I most definitely don't own Sherlock or Doctor Who and I most definitely encourage y'all to see Impossible Oswin.
Author: *laughs nervously* so, we're back... *mopping up a random mess*
Sherlock: Now can I explain how I know this random man is a timelord?
John: *sighs* fine...
Sherlock: *clearing throat* so. First of all, we live in the twenty first century. Why would there be a police call box in the 21st century? Not to mention that it's in my sitting room. Also, this guy is impressively old.
The Doctor: Hey!
Clara: well... you are. He's got a point. *shrugs*
The Doctor: That doesn't mean you should say it! *pouts* I don't look a day over 31!
Clara: *pats his shoulder reassuringly* yep. Mhmm. Totally.
Sherlock: *rolls eyes* And his eyes! They contain time itself!
John: *slaps Sherlock* are you going insane?
Sherlock: Of course not.
Mrs. Hudson: *screams and drops her cup of tea* WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?
Everyone minus Mrs. Hudson: ummm...
Author: OH COME ON! I JUST CLEANED THAT!
Woo~ done! Thanks to Emperor Dalek for helping me with this chapter~ So, favourite, review, or whatever you do to show that you love or hate it! :D