Ayumi and Maylene were on their way home from their night out, when they noticed the unconscious John on the side road. They ran up to him, Ayumi getting her cell out, in case, they needed help, but when the two women reached John Watson, he was already waking up,trying to get on his feet again. Maylene, who was next to him first, helped him up.

"Are you ok? What happened?" she wanted to know.

John looked around, worry and confusion clearly visibly on his face.

"Sherlock? Have you seen him around?" He made a few steps down the side road than back up again. "And there was a police box, right where you're standing."

"No, we saw no one but you," Ayumi negated his question. "Should I call the police?"

John shook his head, making his way out of the side road onto the main street. How should he explain to the police a police box that vanished into thin air not to mention what had happened in the span of the last day and where Sherlock had disappeared to. He had to think of something else.

"I'm going back to the flat," he announced finally. "Maybe Sherlock is already back. And if not I can still call the police from there."

"Ok,"Maylene agreed, having a feeling they shouldn't let him walk back alone. "Do you mind, if we come along? I mean just to be sure?"

When they left the side road behind, Ayumi just looked back again, feeling watched from the shadows but she couldn't see anything.

They made their way back to the flat in silence, everyone of them deep in thought. Therefore they noticed the blue police box next to 221b Baker Street nearly too late. John could hardly believe his eyes. It was the same blue box as before but now it stood right here at their home. So maybe that meant...

John opened his front door in a hurry, not waiting for Maylene and Ayumi to follow, running up the stairs just to find Mrs. Hudson and the two strangers from the cafe sitting together, drinking tea.

"Where's Sherlock?" he demanded to know, while Maylene and Ayumi caught up to him.

Mrs. Hudson looked worryingly at them.

"We thought he was with you, dear," she answered, looking at the strangers for help. It was a very odd situation but John was way to worried about his friend to pay it much attention.

"He was," he started to explain. "Until we found this blue police box on a side road, then, when we wanted to take a closer look, Sherlock suddenly keeled over in immense pain and when I wanted to call for help I was knocked out from behind. I came through, when Maylene and Ayumi found me, but Sherlock and the box were gone. And now the same blue police box stands right in front of this building."

Surprised the man from the cafe stood up and looked out the window.

"It's the Tardis," he confirmed and the red headed woman stood up too, to take a look. "But she would only switch location, if she sensed danger."

"You talk like it is a sentient being," Ayumi wondered aloud at which the man turned around, his inner turmoil showing clearly on his face.

"Yes she is," he began. " And if she sensed the danger you must have felt it too."

"Maybe," John retorted, not liking the accusing tone one bit. "But I was taking care of Sherlock, he was my first priority. And anyway, what the hell is going on here?"

"Doctor," Mrs. Hudson finally spoke up. "I think you have to tell them. You have to find Sherlock, I told you his mental wall was the weakest one of them all."

Sherlock woke up slowly and found himself handcuffed to a chair. His head hurt so much he could barely see or think straight, not to mention that his body felt like it was burning up. Carefully he lifted his head a bit and tried to see his surroundings but everything became blurred immediately.

A door to his right opened and someone came in. The echo of the footsteps hurt his head even more.

"Can't say I've seen this before, a defective Timelord," a young voice stated emotionless. "But good for me, you're easier to catch like this."

Sherlock blinked and for a moment his vision cleared enough that he recognized a ten year old boy standing in front of him. His right temple, right wrist and hand were partly covered with oddly looking black metal.

"What are you?" Sherlock asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The boy laughed and one of his hands slipped into the pocket of his jeans getting a shining orb out.

"Just call me Drake," he replied easily. "I crash landed on this planet, took this body cause the one I came with was failing and now I'm hunting Timelords, need your energy to jump start my ship again. Humans are good for upgrading, but don't produce much energy. They're basically useless."

He laid two fingers of his metal covered hand against one of Sherlock's temples then looked him straight in the eyes.

"I saw the Tardis, I saw the others. Tell me where they are?"

"Never"

Some of the black metal traveled from the boys hand to Sherlock's temple, attaching itself there.

"I find out what I want to know anyway, so you can make it easy on yourself or hard" the boy smiled, while Sherlock screamed in pain.