“Hello, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson. Listen, I’m going to drop off little Amelia Pond while I go take care of some… stuff. Too dangerous for a her to hang around me. Say hello, Amelia.” The Doctor nudged her forward.
“Hello,” she said uncertainly to the tall, gaunt man and his jumper-wearing flatmate from the door frame. “Is this your friend?” she asked turning to the Doctor.
“Yes, well… sort of. Anyways, have fun you three! I’ll be back when I get back!”
The Doctor dashed off without any further comment from anyone. Amelia stepped into the threshold of 221B and closed the door.
“Erm, I’m hungry. Have you got any food around here?”
“Well, that is to be seen,” replied John Watson while Sherlock returned to his newspaper.
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