“What the…” Sherlock murmured, staring in awe at the spinning blue box that sped towards his moving taxi. Soon it was straight in front of him and the doors of the strange police box flew open; he was greeted by the Doctor who yelled at him urgently.
“Sherlock, you have to jump!”
The consulting detective wound down the window and tried to shout over the wind. “Don’t be ridiculous! Besides, I’ve had enough of jumping for a lifetime,” he added under his breath.
“The driver is a robot, it wants to kill you! It might be another of Moriarty’s creations. Look,” he said, noticing Sherlock’s scepticism, “Just trust me, you have to jump!”
OH MY GOD YES
- Moffat: You know who'd be great for this new doctor
- Moffat: John Hurt
- Moffat: I mean that last name of his, "HURT," just
- Moffat: it just speaks to me
‘What about Doctor Song? She dove off a rooftop’
‘Don’t worry, she does that.’
when parents think that calling you “lazy” is going to motivate you