the only one

"I’m here. Apparently you don’t have much of a sense of self-preservation."

"Well, no, I don't. Mycroft and always has said it's a weakness, which has been validated by my parents, but I don't think I have much to worry about."

"You know your way back, so you’re not lost, is that it? The funny thing is that not many humans come here by choice."

"What is special about this area that I'm meant to stay away?"

"You must be lost."

"No; I simply fancied myself a walk."

The Doctor bit down on his bottom lip, coming to a stop directly behind the mysterious individual. “You’re definitely a clever one.. Mr Clever, eh?” He froze for a moment, thinking the name over before laughing. “Nah, scratch that. Mind sharing your name?”

"Sherlock Holmes, for you." He said without turning around to look at the enigmatic "Doctor". Sherlock tried to consider where this one might be from. With that tasteless tweed jacket with a bow tie in sharp contrast to the jacket. Not from Kansas not at all. What other world had he come across? That blonde, curly haired woman's perhaps.

"You know, at one point I wore this rather long scarf— much longer than the one you have on.” he added, pointing down at his neck before twirling around to take in the fresh air. “Oh!" The Doctor snapped his fingers, ".. and I even wore a piece of celery on my jacket. Strange, eh?" he shook his head, trying to remember what exactly he was doing here. "Right then, back to the point — Judging by your attire and strong accent this must be Britain, correct? Mind sharing the date right down to the specific day, time and year while you’re at it?”

Sherlock made no effort to meet the shorter man half way while he approached. “Yes,” he remarked with a perked eyebrow, “Skipping right over the overall phase straight to the tweed, it seems. How tragic.” The brunet said with a disapproving frown just at the corner of his lips at the man’s tweed jacket, slightly appalled. Tweed, bow ties, long scarves and celery. Interesting phases, that was a definite. Interesting phases for the interesting enigmatic man; it seemed to fit. Sherlock blinked as he was directly addressed after the man's short rant. The unknown "Doctor" seemed to live a fast paced lifestyle or at least sporting a slightly eccentric personality. Sherlock would take any deductions that he could scavage off the man while he could. "Correct." Sherlock responded to the question of his nationality."Here? I believe it's 2009, although where I'm from it was 2013." Give or take on the '13. He had been away from a calendar for quite some time, but his inner clock never failed. "Sometime in mid-September. Going by the sun it's approximately... thirty four past fourteen."

”— Err, I think I might have gotten ahead of myself there. Scratch that first part.” The Doctor mumbled under his breath stepping out from the blue box and placing his sonic safely away. “I’m the Doctor, its a pleasure to meet you.. I happen to be looking for someone! Short, red headed, sorta controlling — goes by the name Amy. Any chance you ran into her?”

As the detective looked closer, it seemed that the man was an enigma more than an oddity. The Doctor. That title echoed in Sherlock's mind. That title or rather name it seemed, sounded like it should've been of importance. Something that Lestrade might've whispered to himself about while rambling about some sort of "river". "No sign of gingers thus far, just many denim overalls."

I dunno. Just…don’t look confused.

Are you ready now or are we still blaming age?

Don’t look so confused.

How should I not look confused, then? 

Thank you.

You're... welcome. 

Oh, come off it and leave me be about it, would ya?

Not sure why it's a problem, but fine, fine. 

"Yes, that’s true. It’s just so limiting. I can see why Famine has some of the most successful plans. And then those who need it try to force you to do so, I suppose?”

"Most of them would prefer I ate more, yes, but I find it a waste of time to eat beyond what my limits are when I'm thinking... The Four Horsemen are here too then?"

"Finally, someone who is smart enough to prepare themselves. You do know that most of your group is wandering around with no sense of where they are or what exists in the world?" Lucifer gave a short laugh, "You humans and your need for food. It’s amusing sometimes how much they care about it."

"Food is what keeps us alive. We need it at some point, some just seem to need it more than others."

"You’ve learned quickly, it seems."

"Yes, I've spent the past few weeks immersed in research of the new world I'm in. Lestrade's not extremely happy that I already would rather research than eat a proper amount."

"Physically I’m still in my forties, Sherlock."

Still middle aged and you keep yourself in a healthy amount of shape, there shouldn't be reason for complaint.

"They’re demons, don’t worry. I haven’t begun to kill humans quite yet."

"But they're human bodies. Their vessels. Wouldn't you have killing the person inside with them?"

blushes ]… are you actually complimenting me?

Not exactly a compliment, simply a statement that you fall into the category of most people that are more likable than I.

"It really isn’t."

"You're only as old as you act."