But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 
I have spread my dreams under your feet; 
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

— Assemble at the The Three Broomsticks, if convenient. If inconvenient, time travel there anyway. Could be dangerous, bring salt. —

“Not now, John” Sherlock was staring the Doctor while Dean, Sam and John were looking at him. “As I thought. You’ve regenerated”

“New face. New body. New hair, and still not ginger!” the Doctor said and messed his own hair. “So, I heard you were looking for me. What do you need me for?”

I need this NOW!!!