Yeah, we went to a party. Very unlike Sherlock. But it was John's idea. Great, right? So, as I'm looking around, I see all these lizards and stuff in cages. My first instinct is to open them all and watch everyone go crazy. Sherlock didn't permit horseplay. But it wasn't. It was lizardplay.
Anyway, after that I saw Sam across the room. That was really unusual because we were England, Sam doesn't leave without Dean, and Dean doesn't like planes. I slipped away from Sherlock while he was examining the lizards and walked over to Sam, "What're you doing here?"
He looked back at me, almost as surprised as I was, "What're you doing at a party for adults?"
I rolled my eyes, "The high functioning sociopath dragged me along because he didn't want me to 'touch his work'. His work is in his head and I'm with him. How am I s'pposed to touch it?"
Sam sighed, "Alright, we'll we're gonna ship you back to Baker Street."
As we looked around, Sherlock appeared to be gone. But where? Where on Earth could he gone?
Suddenly, a vaguely familiar noise was outside. The TARDIS.
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[[Prompt: You walk into a dimly lit room at a party where you’ve arrived with a friend. The walls of the room are lined with reptile cages. Across the room you see someone you recognize, and when you turn to your friend he or she is gone. What happens next? [Link]]]
