It was unusual quiet at the cafe for this time of the day, Ayumi thought and smiled at her friend, when the door opened and Dr. Watson came in to order coffee, the fourth day in a row now. Maylene rolled her eyes at her friend, then turned to make the coffee. When it was served and Maylene and Dr. Watson started up a conversation, the door opened again. A man came in, short, spiked up brown hair, hazel eyes, with a red headed woman in tow. As he saw the three of them his face broke into a truly happy smile. He hugged them all one by one, starting with Ayumi, then Maylene and at last Dr. Watson, leaving them totally confused.

"Wasn't sure I was finding you here, to be honest the readings weren't quite clear," he began to talk a mile a minute. "But look at you, here you are, oh I'm so, so happy. You know, up until know I thought I was the only one left..."

"Doctor," the red headed woman interrupted the mans rambling, noticing the confused looks of the others. "I don't think, they know what you're talking about."

The man, know known as the Doctor, stopped talking, looking suddenly very worried. Out of the blue he laid one hand on Dr. Watson's chest and if it was possible looked even more worried then before.

"Only one heart beating," he stated. "Ouch, that must hurt, did you use a chameleon arch, no wait, that isn't possible. If you had, there would have been no way for me to find you. So what happened to you?" He swiftly turned to Maylene and laid two fingers on both of her temples.

"I don't think you're entitled to speak on this matter, Ambassador"

The Traveler took a deep breath to stay calm.

"That's maybe the case, but nonetheless I think, it's not right to treat the Oracle like this. He has the same rights, as every other Galifrayan has."

"It's just for his protection."

"Really? Or are you just afraid he would leave, like his father did?"

The Doctor was abruptly pulled away from Maylene by Dr. Watson and shoved away from her.

"Look Mister, I don't know who the hell you are, but if you're not leaving immediately, I call the police" he huffed angrily.

"Are you alright,May?" Ayumi asked her friend, who rubbed her temple but nodded a yes with a small smile.

The Doctor turned to his companion.

"There's still Timelord consciousness but it's scattered." they heard him say. "I don't know what happened, Donna, but I'm going to find out."

Then he left without another word. Donna looked at them apologetically then followed him out.

Maylene, Ayumi and Dr. Watson looked at each other, not knowing what to think of what had just happened.

"You really are alright?" Dr. Watson asked Maylene urging her to sit down.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dr. Watson," she assured, pulling a strand of her long, dark-brown hair back behind her ear. "He just surprised me, that's all."

"Strange man," Ayumi mused about their meeting with the Doctor. Then she shook her head slightly and asked:"Someone wants a coffee?"

"I love to," Dr. Watson replied heading for the door. "but I have to go. My friend acted a little bit odd this morning while leaving the flat, I just want to make sure he's back and everything is ok."

Maylene nodded.

"See you around, Dr. Watson," she said as a goodbye. At that he turned around again in the doorway.

"It's John," he insisted.

"Maylene," she responded with a strange sense of deja vu.

"Ayumi," Ayumi just added and waved a short goodbye, as other customers started to come in and suddenly it was like every other day again.

John Watson made his short way back into his and Sherlock's flat. When he entered their living room, he was surprised to find Sherlock sleeping, sitting in his chair. A letter clenched in one hand as if he had still read it minutes ago. John walked up to his friend but as he tried to wake him up, something strange happened. Sherlock's eyes flew open, he let the letter fall and grabbed John's outstretched arm instead.

A warm breeze came in trough one of the hallway windows, two men walking side by side.

"Are they pestering you again? the blonde one asked his dark haired friend worryingly. "You look drained."

The other just shrugged his shoulders.

"Not like it's going to change anytime soon."

"Then it's time to change it yourself," the blonde replied

A small smile crossed the face of the dark haired man.

"I'm working on it my friend," he stated and the blonde began to feel a little bit uneasy.

John blinked back into the here and now with a gasp and stumbled a few steps back, breaking the contact he had with Sherlock.

"Whoa, what was that?" he wanted to know, his heart beating wildly and a headache started to begin behind his forehead. Sherlock stood up from his chair, looking really shaken himself for a minute, but within seconds he had himself under control again.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he lied, bending down to retrieve the letter from the floor, folding it again and placing it on the mantle piece.

"Don't lie to me, Sherlock" John erupted angrily. This day evolved into one of the worst in his life pretty quickly. "You saw it too, whatever it was. This was us, you and me."

Sherlock turned to his friend.

"Don't make more out of it, than it really is, John," he replied coldly. "You hallucinated, that's all."

John sighed in defeat, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Please don't do this, Sherlock. Don't lock me out."

But his plea fell on deaf ears. Sherlock turned away from him, vanishing into the direction of his bedroom.