Wholocked

Chapter Three - Sherlock

When we stepped into my father's room we saw a man looking out the small window on to the far-away world below.

"Dad? It's him... the Doctor. He's here," as I told him this I saw him quiver. I began to think my bringing the Doctor here wasn't my brightest of ideas. The front desk lady left the room locking the door behind her.

"Sherlock?" asked the Doctor, concerned.

"How... how dare you!" dad turned around with a violent and wounded look in his eyes. "You're the one that's supposed to protect London! Not me! Not..." his voice cracked and he sunk into the chair he had brought from the old apartment.

"What happened?" said the Doctor genuinely worried.Then he realized something. "Where's John?"

"They were only statues. Supposed angels, but no..." he shook, "When we turned our backs they moved and they bared their teeth at us. The lights were flickering and.. they kept moving.. All they did was touch him and he... he... he's gone, Doctor. John is gone."
"Oh Sherlock, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But you have to tell me... What did you do to the angels?