The Great Intelligence

A tall, slender man stands in front of a large snow globe, he placed his hands on the glass and stared into it, almost hypnotized by it. The man's name was Doctor Simeon, and he had no idea what was about to hit him... "Danger..." A voice said, it seemed to echo through the whole room, it's source nearly undetectable, but Simeon knew it to be the voice of the snow. "Danger!" The voice repeated. "What is it? What's wrong?" Simeon asked, trying to calm the alien snow. "There is danger here. An intelligence. An intelligence beyond anything else in this time and place!"

Just then the door to the study opened and in walked Doctor Simeon's servant, Harold,

"Doctor Simeon" He began, "There's someone demanding to see you."

"No callers, no in here, not ever!" Simeon yelled, the servant shrunk back, looking to the floor.

Sighing, Simeon continued: "Did he even leave his name?"

"Sir..." The servant said, trying to find the words. "It's Sherlock Holmes!"

Suddenly the door was flung wide open! And in walked a man in a deerstalker cap, a long cape, walking with a cane and smoking a Meerschaum pipe. "Nice office!" Holmes said, whizzing around the room, and zeroing in on the large Snowglobe. "Big globey thing's a nice touch." He remarked, then turned to Dr. Simeon.

"Now, shut up. Don't tell me anything." Holmes said pointing his cane at Simeon and began to deduce. "I see from your right collar that you have an apple tree and a wife with a limp. Am I right?"

"No." Simeon said plainly.

"Do you have a wife?" Holmes asked.

"No."

"A bit of tree?"

"No"

"Bit of a wife?"

"No."

"Some apples?" Holmes pleaded. "Come on, work with me here." Simeon took a step towards Sherlock Holmes and sneered. "I enjoy the stranf magazine as much as the next man, but I am perfectly aware that Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character. Now get out!" The Doctor looked down, as if he were heart broken, then perked back up and pointed his cane at the servant this time. "Have you got a gold fish called Colin?"

"No."

"I thought not." He said, smugly satisfied. "NOW! I see this is one of your business cards." The Doctor said, pulling out a card marked with Simeon's name. "It says so on the front." The Doctor explained. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Simeon asked, clearly annoyed.

"This." The Doctor replied, and whacked the snowglobe with his cane shouting "Wakey, wakey!" Simeon rushed forwards to try and stop the Doctor but it was too late. The snow began speak. "We are the intelligence." The Doctor giggled, and looked at the Globe. "Talking snow. I love new things."

"You are not of this world." The snow remarked.

"Takes one to snow one." The Doctor joked, laughing but quickly stopped when he saw how unimpressed Simeon looked. "Right..." The Doctor began. "...let's see. Multi-nucleate crystalline organism with the ability to mimic and mirror what it finds. Looks like snow. Isn't snow--" Simeon moved towards The Doctor again, angrily shouting at him. "You need to leave!" "--Shut up..." The Doctor complained, as the Servant moved towards the door, presumable to find a police officer, but the Doctor quickly, and nonchalantly soniced it closed. "... I'm making deductions. It's very exciting. Now, what are you, eh?" The Doctor asked the Globe. "What have you done?" Simeon asked, moving to the door, and trying to help the Servant open it, as the Doctor continued. "A flock of space crystals? A swarm? The snowmen are foot soldiers, mindless predators. But you, you're the clever one. You're Moriarty. So, you turn up on a planet, you generate a telepathic field to learn what you can, and when you've learnt enough, what do you do? You can't conquer the world using snowmen. Snowmen are rubbish in July. You'll have to be better than that. You'll have to evolve. You need to translate yourself into something more, well, human but to do that you'd need a perfect duplicate of human DNA in ice form. Where do you find that?"

The Doctor looked around the room and saw a desk on the opposite side. Simeon and the servant were shouting and knocking on the door, as other servants from the other side tried to get in. "Let's see..." The Doctor started. "Most opened file." The Doctor noted, seeing the only book with no amount of dust on it, and tossed it slightly into the air, catching it as it opened to a specific page. "Most viewed page." he smirked. "You really should delete your history." He remarked, then looked at the newspaper clipping and pointed at it. "Governess frozen in pond. Gotcha."

The doors burst open and the servants tumbled in. "Get him out!" Simeon shouted, turning to look at where the Doctor was... But he wasn't there. There was nothing but an open window.