Jan 4, 2014
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There was a little blue telephone box in his hands, something that had the look of being made by a child. The way he fiddled with it implied that he was nervous, bags under his eyes telling of the fact that he hadn't gotten much sleep. The police had given up on a search that seemed to have no leads, so Rory had come to London. Because he would not give up on her...not now, not ever.
"... -- S'cuse me, I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes," he had heard tales of the infamous detective. Apparently, he wouldn't take a case that didn't interest him, and Rory wasn't sure how he would react if Mr. Holmes decided that this was not worth his time. Still there was no harm in trying...