“Interesting place for a police box, wouldn’t you say?” Sherlock smirked.
John froze, flicking his eyes back and forth between the detective and the object in question.
“Don’t even think about it.” He warned. “Sherlock. No.”
“Our dear Doctor neglected to inform me he was in town.” The younger man mused, slinking right over to the fabled police-box with a slight bounce in his step.
John followed hesitantly,
“Oh no, no no no. No. You see, this is a really shite idea. You want to know why, Sherlock? Because it’s really obviously a shite idea.”