[When the doors opens, the cold wind that blasts through sends a chill down his spine. Definitely not London, even for this time of year. Sherlock is sure to aim a scowl at her when she says that.]
Pond--
[Finally, the scarf is gone, and he can look properly at where she's dragged him. Thoughts on a definite location are delayed when he gets an eyeful of the Northern Lights just above his head. And indeed, Sherlock could appreciate this. They weren't part of space, really, and they were gorgeous enough to keep him from scolding Amy any further. He doesn't bother looking back at her to answer.]
Not bad. Though I'd figured you had something a little farther south in mind.
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Pond--
[Finally, the scarf is gone, and he can look properly at where she's dragged him. Thoughts on a definite location are delayed when he gets an eyeful of the Northern Lights just above his head. And indeed, Sherlock could appreciate this. They weren't part of space, really, and they were gorgeous enough to keep him from scolding Amy any further. He doesn't bother looking back at her to answer.]
Not bad. Though I'd figured you had something a little farther south in mind.