Journeying through Victorian London, with nary a clue, Theodore and Lila worked with the knowledge they knew of Jack the Ripper, trying to solve the woman's murder.
The bobbies didn't know who she was, understandably, without an ID on her, they don't have much, but the intrepid Theodore's undeterred, having gone through the woman's coin purse prior, he did find a piece of paper stowed among the coins, an address on it in the woman's handwriting.
With it, Theodore and Lila ventured through the streets, trying to find it among the dimly lit street lamps, going by their knowledge of modern London.
"Let's see, where is it?" Theodore muttered under his breath before he noticed the writing on the piece of paper in his hand changing before his icy blue eyes.
It's...
"You're joking!" Lila bemoaned what the address turned into as they looked at the paper in Theodore's hand.
It's...
221B... Baker... Street.
"Sherlock Holmes's not even real, though, he's just a book character that got lucky in the popularity contest!" Lila's baffled as she and Theodore looked at each other, realizing that the simulation changed on them, going from an intricate retelling of Jack the Ripper to something purely fan fiction, it didn't make a lick of sense to either of them.
"Now, I see why that person thought the integrity of the museum's suspect," Lila's baffled as Theodore studied the piece of paper before he gave his thoughts.
Looking to her, Theodore optimistically said, "Could be our first clue, Lee."
Maybe there's more to this than Samuels Argyle neglected to mention during his time on the podium, as Theodore agreed that it's bizarre that a book character's influencing the simulation about a real serial killer.
"Come along, Lee, we've got a case to solve," Theodore motioned with his free hand, Lila taking it, and they began walking again, looking for 221B Baker Street.
Shouldn't be too hard to find it, the actual location's barely changed since the books came out centuries ago, they had a plaque and everything with crowds of tourists swarming it for their own pictures.
"Al, come in, Al," Theodore reached out to the AI, but Al didn't respond.
Trying again, Theodore couldn't reach Al, leading Lila into asking what happened, only for Theodore to tell her that he doesn't know, it isn't like Al not to respond.
Pondering, Lila wondered if it's because of museum, maybe it's interfering with communications, and Theodore opted to agree with the assessment, seeing how the system probably wouldn't want any chance of outside sources causing interferences.
Continuing their walk, weary of the heavy fog, it's becoming impossible to see anything in front of them, and it was then the two spotted a horse carriage in the distance with a lantern hanging off a pole, guiding the carriage driver's way as he used the reigns on the horses to keep them steady as their hooves clopped against the cobbled stones.
Theodore waved down the carriage driver, deciding it's safer to take the carriage to 221B Baker Street than to try and continue walking through the thickening fog, and the carriage driver promptly slowed the horses down to a crawling stop, as Theodore asked if he could take them to 221B Baker Street.
"Of course, sir, come aboard," the carriage driver accepted the request, allowing Theodore to enter the carriage behind him, helping Lila up on the steps before she took her seat across of Theodore as he settled in his spot.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...