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For a mere human, Sherlock took it all in very well, not surprisingly. His eyes darted a bit, probably visualising and storing data in his mind. He looked at the Victorian settings in another, much more appreciative light. "I can never see this again. I can never find out who Jack the Ripper is unless I step out now and discover him for myself. Also, can't see my birth. Didn't want to see my birth, but the thought had occurred to me. Oh, this means you know when life starts, eh? What precise time I am considered a person."

Another idea came to him. "Listen, Doctor, I can tell you believe this to be a bit beyond my scope, and you are correct, but please keep trying anyway. Why can't you visit your family while you were off somewhere else? Something about the time you spend with them in the future and past or whatever? Or is this a Timelord thing? Because if I can't just return to the point in time that I'd vanished, well, I'd like to know."

(It does seem like a lot. Sherlock and his questions... So many questions. Sorry. lol)

Sherlock frowned, sticking closely to the Doctor, in his personal space. "I, uh. I'm sorry. I still don't understand it all, and now I've put you through pain needlessly." The compassion was brief and yet intense, and he moved on as though it never happened.

"You're acting like you're surprised I'm curious. Not only am I certain you'd expect that of me, but I'm even quite sure I'm not the most curious person, nor even the smartest, you'd ever met. Am I ageing right now? Does my time travelling mean I'll die sooner than my original time line? Can I catch the bubonic plague if I travelled to the time of the Great Death?"

(I'm sorry for you there. And the Doctor. Though you are the one who wanted the two to meet, originally. Still, a bit sorry anyway. I personally don't mind your long posts. I think we're striking a balance pretty well.)

Sherlock still seemed unsatisfied. He wanted to know much more. "Figures I'm still ageing, means I have my own time line. Being capable of travelling through time already implicates that. Simple. Fascinating. I could collect now extinct viral and bacterial specimens like a rat stowing away on a ship. Do you realise the havoc you've probably caused with that? Actually, since you're apparently not human, maybe you've got some immunity to that? Do you catch colds? Can you get drunk or poisoned? You said you're ageing. Are you mortal? Are you capable of reproduction?"

"Essentially, you reincarnate. And I'd be a bit more careful about exposing your largest weakness if I were you. And why tell me that and not what kind of things affect you?" Sherlock found that interesting. He began pacing close to his, well, his door. He assumed it was obvious one did not simply 'make' a Time Loom and did not bother asking.

"You haven't heard the rumours about me then?" Sherlock looked up thoughtfully, leaving himself ambiguous. He walked inside of the famous address and took the seventeen steps up towards his previous dwelling. He looked around, discreetly using his mobile to light his way.

Sherlock looked down at his door handle from the dim light and felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. He imagined the warm gas lights vividly with his photographic memory, the fresh wallpaper, papers piled about, the hint of smoke, and many familiar scents wafting into his nose. He heard himself pluck reflectively at his violin, a crackling fire. His reflection in the knob stared back at him, cold and calculating as the room began to spin in his peripherals.

He reached for the door handle slowly, his heart beating hard, his mind racing with whispers of a past he'd never remember, and just when he expected to feel the cold metal he felt a hand on his shoulder. He startled and whirled around to face the bizarre man in the dark abandoned home he'd momentarily forgotten. As he was cautioned, he swallowed, his eyes narrowing. "Well, if that's the case, then why would you risk taking me here at all?!" He paused and took a breath, silently chiding himself.

"I asked you if there was anything else I should know", he hissed in annoyance, voice softening with a hint of ruefulness.

Holmes looked glumly at the Doctor, sighing heavily as if heaving the annoyance into his breath. 'This man is preposterous. Infuriating. This must be what being around me feels like to others.' He turned around and looked inside, envisioning the potential, feeling the instantaneous bond just as strongly as he had his familiar home.

He spoke softly and slowly, completely caught up in the swarming visions of an age that never was, "I should hope you'd figure something out". He walked inside, looking about like someone who had once lived there as he brushed his hands against an imaginary armchair on his way to the tobacco pipe.

He leaned over and picked it up with care, deciphering it before rubbing off the dirt. "The previous owner of this pipe seemed to suffer from anxiety and he had quite a nicotine habit. He was relatively careful with money, but had a taste for the unusual. Right handed." He smelled the pipe. "A scientist. A well informed man. With good taste." He rose a brow and smirked at the Doctor before pocketing the thing. "What does a time paradox feel like?"

(Time paradox would be such a good story-- if one could even figure out a way to fix it. lol)

(I think Sherlock's too clever to touch that knob now. I imagine a time paradox being a bit like that myself. Though I did just watch an episode of Who involving giant people eating time viruses, so I imagine that answers my question, at least Who-verse wise. Does this girl always need rescuing? Her scream makes me want to pierce my ear drums. He needs a Doctor Watson.)

The consulting detective seemed mildly annoyed at something and he picked the pipe back up, tossing it aside in disinterest, then tapped the fireplace with his foot. He looked at the Doctor for a moment before returning his attention to his surroundings.

"Not to alarm you, but, I think I know that feeling. Before, when I was drawn to the doorknob. I can't explain it. I felt as though I were remembering first entering this place, at this time period, and all of these jumbled memories flashed before my eyes at once. I can't remember them now, but it was by far the worst déjà vu I'd ever experienced."

He raised a brow, passing the Doctor as he continued his exploration. "I think you almost created a time paradox. And I say 'you', because I'm just a silly little human and you're the one-thousand year old Timelord. Does it feel like eternal babysitting for you?"