He gets it now. How everything- everything has been leading to this. The blue box on the corner of every street. The strange couple standing in the shadows just out of the corner of his eye. He would bet that they are the ones he is seeing now.
“Oh! Oh brilliant. John this is brilliant.”
“What, what is it?”
“You tell me.” Sherlock says in that tone of voice that John knows he reserves just for when he wants to make his flatmate feel clever.
“A film, something behind the mirror?” John tries weakly and Sherlock arches an eyebrow like a cat not amused, “Alright. A projection then?”
“As ever you see but you do not observe.”
“Don’t give me that…”
“John! I need you to look, really look.”
He does.
“Impossible. Bloody Impossible.” John whispers, “What is it?”
Sherlock grins just as the odd man in the mirror frowns- like distorted reflections of one another.
“That-“ he points to the mirror, “that is time collapsing.”
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The mirror stands alone. Through the ages it stands alone. Innocuous. Just a mirror it would seem, just your reflection framed. On first inspection at least.
If one were to look closer they may see more.
The glass beautifully shattered. A single blunt trauma sending cracks throughout the structure like the threads of a spider’s web. These cracks exist in the fourth dimension.
The mirror stands alone, through the ages, but for two moments in time. /p>
Two moments, hundreds of years apart.
A Time Lord and his companion.
A detective and his doctor.
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“Amy… do you see that?” The Doctor scowls, prodding the mirror approximately where his own face lies.
“Is that- that’s a person!” Amy gasps at the person- no people in the mirror. People that aren’t themselves, blurred and distorted but most definitely there, “Are they in the mirror?”
“No. Not in the mirror, they’re standing where we are. Two times. One reflection. We’re seeing there reflection too. This is very not good.”
“How is that possible?” Amy asks, though she doesn’t know why. Impossible is a word you soon learn to forget when with the doctor.
“It’s those cracks. Cracks in time like the crack in your bedroom wall only not because these are making two separate times, in exactly the same place, converge.”
“We need to find them, then. Find this other time.”
“Yes- yes, good idea.” The Doctor mutters his reply, he sounds faraway, lost in his mind.
“What’s going on, Doctor?” Amy asks, nervous lilt to her voice as she steps closer to examine the pair in the mirror.
The Doctor frowns just as the odd man in the mirror grins- like distorted reflections of one another.
“Time is collapsing.”
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