Nicki looked over the Sherlock’s clothes “When are you from?” he’d managed, through talking to people, that they were all through time. The house itself was time. “I’ve never seen those manner of clothes” he examined him alittle, sniffing randomly at the air, to see if he picked up anything he knew “I’ve found so many different times here. Isn’t it wonderful? Although some of beings here are highly rude. One called Tom kicked me” His face made a scowl “I was just trying to help”