~ Inside the TARDIS~
John Watson staggered back and pinched himself. "I must be dreaming…"
Sherlock laughed; content with the surprise he'd caused his friend. He knocked again, lightly this time, as if inspecting the wood.
"Sherlock… please tell me I'm dreaming!"
"John, I'd be lying if I told you this was a dream. It is quite the opposite in fact. The TARDIS is the realest thing you will ever encounter."
John slowly circled the blue call box. He poked, tapped, and knocked every part of it until he was sure it was real. Sherlock eyed him with interest the entire time.
"Well… it's certainly compelling. Can we see the inside?"
Sherlock's lips twitched in amusement. "I thought you'd never ask…"
"You've got to be joking." The inside of the TARDIS was immense, and John felt quite small inside of it.
"Expecting something smaller?" Sherlock smirked. "I wasn't about to bring you into an actual call box, you idiot."
John slowly walked up the metal stairs to the center of the room. There seemed to be a circular dashboard of sorts, with many different buttons. He felt the urge to push one, but someone called out before he could do so.
"Stop!"
John turned and looked at the owner of the voice. A man stood there, tall, gangly, with disheveled hair upon which sat a brilliant red fez.
"Do. Not. Touch. The button."
John looked at Sherlock, and then at the newcomer. In a nervous voice he asked, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
Sherlock intervened and stepped between the two of them. "John, this is the Doctor. The man I spoke of earlier."
John flushed slightly. "Oh. Well, hullo. Doctor."
"You don't seem that surprised about the TARDIS," the Doctor noted, shaking John's hand enthusiastically, "Most people usually are."
John let go of the Doctor's firm grip before his hand could fall off. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm in shock."
Leaving Sherlock and the Doctor to whisper about a missing girl, John leaned against the dashboard, and pressed his fingers to his temples. He secretly hoped this would ease the confusion on his mind. Suddenly, overwhelmed with anxiety and frustration, he collapsed and blacked out out onto the cold floor of the spaceship, but not without first hearing a whispered name: "Clara."