6I smiled as I felt the existence of another Time Lord come out of hiding. I wasn't the only one, after all! I guessed correctly about Sherlock Holmes, I suppose.
POV: Sherlock(Hopefully for the rest of the story)
iTime Lord, welcome back,/i the voices greeted, whispering in my have been gone a long time from this body.
Far too long, in my opinion,/i I laughed inside my skull.
"Sherlock, I'm back!" John called from the entry hall of our flat. I picked up a random book, and looking quickly at the book cover, opened it to a random page.
"Hello, John," I called, flipping the page.
"Ah. Reading, I see. Well, I'll just leave you to it," he said, going into the kitchen to set down the bags from the shopping he had just arrived from. "Wait. We're on a case. You NEVER read while on a case. It's like you sleeping or eating on a case. It just doesn't happen. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, John. I'm fine. Well, as fine as someone like me can be, being a high-functioning sociopath, anyways," I said. iWell, maybe not as fine as I told you, John Watson,/i I thought. I shut the book, hopping to my feet, and said, "Come on, John. We've got a murder to solve!" I snatched my dark blue trench coat from the couch where it had fallen and ran out the door, John close on my heels.
