We Don't Belong In 1895

"I always knew I was a man ahead of my time Watson" Sherlock Holmes spoke quietly as he looked out to the window of Baker Street.

"Come Holmes, we must be getting rest now, that case was tiring and surely you are famished?" John Watson queried him, standing up and putting out his pipe.

"Quite right John, lets sleep then we shall see in the morning if there are any new cases" Sherlock claimed, sweeping away from the window where he went to rest for the night, John went upstairs to his room and that night in Baker Street was silent.

Sherlock moved around in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in when he heard a noise. It was nothing he'd ever heard before and so he pulled on his nightgown before rushing out the room and to the window once more.

The noise had silenced and he looked along the street, trying to seek the disturbance, a lonesome cab went by, the hooves of the horse against the cobbles. The wooden wheels gently clunking over the stones. Sherlock continued to look around.

He then saw a blue box, he couldn't see clearly from the distance but it had a sign at the top, glowing white with writing on it and some sort of lamp on the very top. It had windows that contained a glowing light also and Sherlock Holmes felt curious of the disturbance. He ran upstairs to John's room and burst through the door waking John from his slumber.

John made a noise of surprise at Sherlock standing in his room but quickly recovered, lighting the lamp next to him.

"John come quietly and swiftly, I doubt we will need to wait until morning for a new adventure" Sherlock whispered, chucking John his housecoat and shuffling impatiently as John pulled on his housecoat and some shoes.

Sherlock hurried out the room knowing John was close at his heels and stopped abruptly at the bottom of the stairs, John crashing into him.

"Sherlock where are we going?" John asked as Sherlock very carefully opened the door onto the street and quietly stepped out.

"I'm not sure yet, somewhere new" he whispered, grabbing John's forearm and quickly racing across the road barely making a sound as he hid behind a hedge looking at the blue box.

"What is that? Police box, public call?" John read aloud, looking curiously at the box. "Holmes can you not deduce it?"

"I've tried but I've never seen such a thing before, it's clearly not used by the public often, what is it? It's had new paint but it's already peeling"

The door suddenly opened and Sherlock shushed John, pulling him down further behind the hedge. A man then stepped out of the box, stumbling over the threshold, he was a strange looking man wearing a tweed jacket and a fez.

"The little daleks!" The mad man muttered under his breath, kicking angrily at a tuft of grass.

"What did he say?" John asked quietly.

"Dalek, whatever that is" Sherlock whispered back. "Well we might as well go and ask him if he needs any help" Sherlock said decisively standing up to his fall height of six foot and walking up to the mad man.

"Sherlock wait up!" John hissed, quickly standing beside Sherlock who was trying to gain the mans attention.

The man finally looked up from where he'd been walking around looking at the floor and his eyes lit up excitedly.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor!" The man called the Doctor said happily.

"Just the doctor or--" John broke off, watching as the man opened the door to the blue box and quickly stepped inside. "How does he even fit in there?"