The Doctor was an audacious man. Some people would
think stupidly so in some cases, but he enjoyed the
thrill of acting on i m p u l s e. Making it up as you go along.
Plans were nice as well, but he liked to have fun every now
and then.
The Time Lord was in Sherlock Holmes' flat himself,
playing the detective's violin as if he owned it. He
was even enjoying himself, waiting for the genius
to return. For a human, the man's work was magnificent.
However, the current flaw was humanity. It was
about time the Doctor paid Holmes a visit. So with
a smirk on his lips, he kept on playing the haunting
tune he'd written himself, awaiting the lovely
creak of the door that he knew would come.