#helloshowmethestars

"Doctor! Why is there no milk in the kitchen? You said there would be everything I need for souffles."

Rose looked at the woman who just entered Torchwood. "Hello? Can U help you?"

Hi, I'm Gob, of the Magician's Alliance, you may have heard of me.

"However often it may be, I always find incredible distaste for people who barge into my home." 

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective of London, stood at the threshold of his front door, an arm holding his body steady as one leg arched behind him in a stretch. It wasn't obvious how long he had slept that night, if he slept at all, but one thing that was obvious was that he looked like a wreck. And he preferred it that way. He had just woken up, had no prior engagements for the day, and therefore had no reason to appear in any way professional. Looking like a slob in front of the woman at his door didn't bother the man even slightly.

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