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Mrs. Hudson winked at the Doctor and headed to Sherlock's room, knocking on the door. "I made tea with jam with toast Sherlock, and I got your crisps from the store", she sang to him, and then the violin stopped. She trot back to the living room with another tray of toast, jam and crisps and filled the cup with tea, then filled herself a cup as well.

As if by magic, a calmed down Sherlock returned and sat down beside Mrs. Hudson on the sofa, muttering a gracious thank you before taking a handful of crisps.

Mrs. Hudson played modest, holding a hand to her cheek before gently pushing the compliment away, her whole face brightening. "It's just tea!"

When Sherlock let out a long, patient sigh at the Doctor, mouth full of crisps, he was side hugged by his landlady and reluctantly let out a smile. Mrs. Hudson gave his cheek a motherly stroke and nodded understandably. "It'll be all right soon enough Sherlock. Something will turn up and John will return." Sherlock grit his teeth momentarily and then looked toward the window, then back at the Doctor with a brow raised.

She chuckled and finished her tea, patting him on the shoulder before opting to take her leave. "I'll be downstairs boys", she said as she unceremoniously slipped out.

The amateur detective perched on the couch, curling into a ball as he looked at the Doctor with a poker face, at that point ignoring his food. After a few moments of watching the man wave his magic wand around, apparently scanning he'd guessed, he finally explained. "John is with family. He should be back any day now. Can anyone use your things? Like this TARDIS, for instance, or your screwdriver."

Sherlock hopped off the sofa and took a dramatic last drink of his tea, before it would go cold, and waltzed over to the Doctor, stopping in front of him. "You're the last one, the last 'Timelord'. Something happened to the others", he continued, reading the Doctor closely, scrutinising the smallest of details with ease. He went to reach for the 'sonic' curiously, but did not do so rudely. "May I?"

The detective knew he was on to something then, and yet he had the sensitivity to leave it be. He smirked at being handed the alien device, but just for a second empathetically frowned at the Doctor. Even if all of this wasn't real, which he was still uncertain of, the man's pain was real. He had been through some terrible ordeal. He'd seen that face before on his flatmate and a few other veterans. Death, pointless destruction, war.

Knowing he could do nothing to help, he turned his attention to the device in his hand. He mimicked the doctor's pointing, aiming it at the television. 'I saw it work on those robots-- cross that, cyborgs. It interfered with their circuitry. Television, turn on.'

"Fascinating", the detective pronounced, turning off the television and moving onto other items he could think up. He used it on his mobile, calling Mrs. Hudson before hanging it up. He pointed up at the sky, doing God only knows what, and then stared at his phone again, smiling impishly. "Absolutely fascinating", he repeated breathlessly, now absolutely certain what he held in his hand was real.

He stared at the thing like a fascinated little boy and then undid whatever it was he'd done, then checked his mobile again before he began analysing everything he could possibly discern without taking it apart. He then slowly moved his stare to the Doctor, fighting to find his words.

"Bigger on the inside?" Sherlock smiled, enjoying the novelty of knowing absolutely nothing about any of this. "Also, TARDIS is an acronym. T stands for Time, of that I'm absolutely certain. A is a little more tricky; perhaps the common And, or Advanced. And D, I have no idea. I, maybe In. I'm pretty sure S is Space."

He pointed the device at the TARDIS, asking mentally if it could possibly tell him something informational about the police box. He didn't dare attempt to control it remotely like he had the satellite, because even if he could, he wouldn't want to risk it.

"Cloaking device", he nearly choked. That had grand implications. He stared at the thing, blinking hard.

Sherlock remarked to himself. "Dimension! Of course it was dimension. I knew it wasn't Distance." He looked back at the fun new toy in his hand and asked it about itself and its own capabilities.