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"Hmm. So the dark ages then, yeah? No cell phones, no internet, etcetera etcetera." Clara said. "Anything else about it?"
"Hmm. So the dark ages then, yeah? No cell phones, no internet, etcetera etcetera." Clara said. "Anything else about it?"
“Not much, just that Turing has requested the money to create his machine.” John flicked the page over and skim read the information.
"Nothing all that interesting then. Let's find out what happened to everyone." Sherlock said.
The Doctor nodded and kept walking rounding a corner to find a man lying on the ground, ‘Well then.”
"Is he alive?" Clara asked.
John walked over and checked his pulse before shaking his head, “No, he’s dead.”
"What killed him? If it seems like nothing did, it's probably alien. If there's unusual visual damage, it's also most likely alien." Sherlock said.
“I don’t know,” The Doctor pondered over types of Aliens there could be. John checked the body for more sighs, “Heart attack, nothing more.” John eventually said.
"Heart attacks don't happen at random. He has no visible signs of ever having a condition that would make him prone to attacks, and either way it seems that it could have been a drug." Sherlock mused.
“Where did he get them and why would he take then? He would have been in reasonable health before he died.” The Doctor wondered
"Somebody else could have drugged them, obviously." Sherlock added.
“Who? There’s no one else here.” The doctor waved a hand idly to the halls around them.
"An unknown fact about carbon based sentient beings with legs is that we can walk, even run. We evolved to have a convenient mode of transportation. You might have forgotten that with such a big ego, Doctor." Sherlock said, a little more snappishly than intended.
The Doctor suppressed his frown and walked a little way down the corridor, “Het we are in the middle of a war zone and there’s no sound…” He said, realising that they were in near silence.
"So you finally noticed that as well." Sherlock said, a smug smile on his face.
“Oh shut up,” The Doctor said, “Churchill?!” He called out.
"No use, he's not here. Or he can't hear you."
“One or the two… where are they?”
"How am I supposed to know?" Sherlock snapped. He suddenly realised Clara had been too quiet, she would have interrupted to keep them from killing each other. He whipped his head around to where she had previously had been standing…. and she was gone.
“Clara.” The Doctor ran back the way they came to check of the TARDIS was there and it wasn’t. He ran back to the others, “The TARDIS is gone too.”
"I would tell everyone to not panic but that would cause you to panic more. John, we need to get out of here." Sherlock said, turning to John.
“How and where? And I’m nit leaving into we have found Clara.” John said.
"John, you're not getting yourself killed. Whatever took Clara might take you next, and I don't want that to happen. I can't lose my doctor, you know."
(Hello?)
(Sorry, got distracted)
“I don’t care, I’m looking for here and that’s that.”
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