Sherlock was not all too pleased with the reaction that his audience got. Usually people tended to listen to him a little bit more than that. This was just... Well, sad was what it really was. Just plain sad that no one bothered to pay him anymore attention than they would an annoying fly.

He was about to open his big mouth up and start again, following the others out of the room when they came to the door. His brow rose up and eyes quickly raked over it, lips curling a little at the idea that this door seemingly manifested out of no where and now Rose was just reaching out, ready to open it.

"Of course," he murmured. Why not go through? The worst that could happen... Well. He wouldn't go into that. Why not open a magical door leading god only knew where?