The Doctor stared at the men in the labs. They were tapping on the keys of a large computer. The scientist beside the Doctor said, "Doctor, I don't know if this will work. We don't even have a sample of his coding."

"How did you not get one?" the Doctor scorned him. The scientist raised his hand in defense. He shook his head, "Doctor, we've told this several time. We cannot bypass his security measures. We've tried many times before; we just can't get through it."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" the Doctor looked at him. The scientist on the other side of them raised a hand before answering. He said, "Maybe we can change your Sonic Screwdriver, get as close as you can to the thing and sort of, hack it. Hack it enough and get the codes that we need and we can shut it down in no time."

"Might work," the Doctor nodded. He then stopped, "Are we sure there's no wood in that thing?"

"Pretty sure, Doctor," the scientists said to him. He nodded, "Alright, but if you break it, you're buying me a new one."

"We know, Doctor," the scientists replied. They proceeded to write a code on it that would send to the Plague Doctor upon activating it. The idea was the code would break through a security hole. Thus allowing UNIT and the Doctor devise a way to stop the Plague Doctor.

The Doctor turned his head to see Clara and the duo coming behind them. He looked at them, "Well, we have some way of breaking into his programming."

"Doctor, how would you know if that works unless you get close to him?" Clara watched the men hand back his Sonic Screwdriver and wielded it. The Doctor sighed, "I've dealt with the Vashta Nerada, the Daleks, the Cybermen, before. This might as well be cakewalk."

"What do you think, Doctor?" Clara asked him. He shrugged, "It's no different than the Cybermen."

"But Doctor, why would a robot from this universe come to ours?" Sherlock asked him. The Doctor shrugged, "Who knows. Maybe whoever programmed him is looking for a Christmas invasion. I'm a mind reader, but even I can't read everyone's mind."

"Wait, you're a mind reader?" John stared at the Doctor. The Doctor sighed, "Yeah, I am. It's a perk to being an alien. I don't use it often, I'm a proper gentleman, I don't use it unless I have to."

"And you've lied, from what I gather, so how would I know you're telling the truth?" John asked him. The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Oh what, you want me to prove it?"

"Gentlemen," Clara touched their arms. The Doctor shrugged her off and stared at John, "You were in a time machine. I'm a damn alien. There's a crazed robot running around your damn universe. And you don't believe that I'm a mind reader?"

"Considering what I am going through, I reserve the right to doubt," John challenged. The Doctor chortled, "Oh, you're asking it, lad. Tell you what, why don't I read your damn mind and see what damn things about you, you don't want said?"

John cleared his throat and pointed to Sherlock, "Why don't you read his mind?"

Sherlock and the Doctor looked at him. John crossed his arms, "If you're a mind reader, then you won't have a problem reading Mr. Spock. That is if you can do it."

"You're asking for it, lad," the Doctor sneered. John stepped back. Clara shook her head, "Boys, can we please be civil?"

"I'll be civil when this idiot stops challenging me every time something that goes against what he's used to comes up," the Doctor pointed at John. Clara gabbed their ears and twisted them, "I had enough of you lot picking fights. Enough of the fighting or you'll get more than a bruised ear. Now I'll tell you what, Doctor, read Benedict's mind and prove to Martin you're a mind reader. When you're done you can read Martin's mind as a reprisal. Then, when you're done acting like a bunch of ingrained buffoons you can act civil again, understood?"

The Doctor and John struggled as she had firm hands on their ears. The Doctor sputtered, "Yes."

John sputtered as well, "Fine."

Clara allowed them to go free and they both held their ears in agony. Giving each other sordid looks before the Doctor cleared his throat and began to mind read.

The Doctor stepped in front of Sherlock as he stuffed his Sonic Screwdriver into his coat pocket. "Alright, let me know if you feel a slight hemorrhage or similar," the Doctor looked at Sherlock. Sherlock gave a nod and the Doctor proceeded to concentrate his mind. He began to say things that only Sherlock knew. The Doctor blinked, "Come now Benedict, you faked being sick so you didn't go to the opera with your parents. You made Mycroft go in your place?"

Sherlock blinked and had a look on his face. He nodded, "He made me go to Les Miserable on his behalf."

"Alright, looks like I'm able to read some of your thoughts," the Doctor nodded, he gave a sneer to John. He then continued to read. He readthe idea that the flashlight was responsible for the attack. How bright lights affected the Plague Doctor, among other things. The Doctor muttered, "Clever."

After concluding that he can read Sherlock's complicated thoughts, the Doctor read John's. It was payback for questioning him at any chance he had among other things. The Doctor crossed his arms, "Really? You hid Benedict's cigarettes in the fishbowl?"

John groaned, "He wasn't supposed to know that!"

"Why did you hide them in the fishbowl?" Sherlock asked. John sighed, "Because I figured hiding them in the fireplace would be too obvious."

"No it wasn't," Sherlock shook his head. John rubbed his eyes, "Now you tell me."

"Alright, you gained about ten pounds and told Mary you lost five," the Doctor continued. John raised his hands, "Can we stop now, please? By the time he's done I'm going to need to invest in some sort of Chasity for my brain!"

The Doctor chuckled, "Martin, there's already a Chasity for your brain."

"There is?" John blinked. The Doctor nodded, "Think of a giant wall—like the Great Wall, no doors, no openings, not even a window. There—there's your Chasity."

"Oi," John sighed. The Doctor nodded and chuckled, "Now next time you get into a dispute with a Time Lord you damn well know well enough now to back down and shut it."

"Now that you boys had your fun, Doctor, how are you going to get close enough to use your Sonic Screwdriver on him?" Clara pointed. The Doctor chuckled, "Oh Clara, how naïve you are. I already have that worked out."

"You have?" he looked at them. The Doctor smiled, "Oh, of course. You know me Clara, I always have a plan."

"Well, what is it?" John asked.

"I can't do this in your universe, so I'll have to get him back here. The only way to do that is give a nice influx of energy to draw him back," the Doctor touched his chin . "How would you do that?" Sherlock looked at him. The Doctor sighed, "UNIT has a way to produce artificial influx. It's not as big as the one that he used to get into your universe, but enough that he can't ignore."

"Then after that, then what?" John asked. The Doctor gave a knowing look to him, "I know you ran track back in school. You won four gold medals and a silver, you polish them every once a while when they get dusty."

"Oh no," John groaned. "I'm not playing bait."

"You're not bait, Martin," the Doctor assured him. John stared, "I'm not?"

"No, no, you're going to get him to chase you," the Doctor pointed. John's face turned white. He shook his head, "What if I trip, fall, or some other?"

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, I promise you this much," the Doctor gave him a comforting grin. "What-what about Benedict…?" John asked him. The Doctor chuckled, "He's going to help me corral the Plague Doctor. Clara you'll remain with UNIT to keep track on his hereabouts."

"Right," Clara nodded. Sherlock looked at the Doctor, "Corral?"

"You won't be in any danger so long you follow my instructions, you too Martin," the Doctor smiled. John rubbed his eyes, "Will someone please wake me up from this nightmare?"

"Like you have a choice," the Doctor gave a mocking giggle. Moya led them to Bradley who was going over the map with dots indicating known locations. Bradley sighed, "He's going to be tricky."

"How goes the energy influx?" the Doctor asked him. He shrugged, "We got it to your specifications, Doctor, but I don't know if it'll draw him back."

"It will," the Doctor assured him. "Have you gotten your men in position?"

"Aye, Doctor, they're wearing the camouflage you specified," Bradley nodded. The Doctor sighed, "Alright, add this in. Instruct your men to not flash bright lights into his eyes."

"Done," Bradley gestured to a cadet to radio in the instruction. The Doctor looked down at the map and pointed, "Martin, you'll lead him to Churchill. When you arrive there will be soldiers positioned on the corner that'll lead you to safety. Knowing him he'll arrive close to the SoHo area and come around the bend. The ravens will be present, so Colonel, make sure the men on the roofs have those nets ready."

"Aye," Bradley nodded. The Doctor rubbed his eyes, "Daleks are less complicated than this."

"All they do is shout, "exterminate"," Clara looked at him. The Doctor popped his back as his stretched, "And the Cybermen say "delete"."

Sherlock looked at John and John looked at him. John gritted his teeth, "Why is it that I'm the bait?"

"You run fast," Sherlock shrugged. John shook his head, "I've seen you run faster than me, plenty of times."

"Name one instance," Sherlock challenged. John smiled, "When you were dealing with those fan girls from your website."

"Fine, I can run fast when the need arises, but the Doctor chose you, so there's that," Sherlock gave a look to John. John sighed, "Just remember what they say about Karma."

"I don't believe in Karma, Martin, you know that," Sherlock smirked. John sighed and shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Please let me wake up. Please let me wake up next to Mary and I just had an odd dream from watching too much telly before bed."

"I'm sure it'll write an interesting story for the blog, though," Sherlock eyed him. John gritted his teeth, "But She—Benedict, how am I going to write a blog with this?"

"You're an author, I suppose you'll know how to edit things out as it goes," Sherlock smiled. John pinched himself, hoping that it'd jolt him awake. He tried this twice on both arms, held his breath, and tried to mentally jolt awake, but nothing worked. This was no dream and he's forced into that realization whether he liked it or not. He hoped it was one of those dreams, the kind that looked so vivid and lucid that it looked real. "Sir," a cadet called for Bradley. "What is it cadet?" Bradley looked. "There's an energy spike near West and Nottingham," replied the cadet. The Doctor gritted his teeth, "Oh, isn't he the prompt one. Alright, everyone know their parts? Good. Benedict with me and Bradley have a man lead Martin to his position."