San Diego.
Local hospital.
"What exactly happened?"
After giving Sheldon a quick examination, Adam treated Leonard's broken leg and asked.
"It was insane."
Leonard began recalling what had happened, sucking in a cold breath. "There was an event today.
"A signed original Doctor Who collector's edition TARDIS by Russell T. Davies was being given away free to the first fifteen people who rushed into the exhibition hall."
"The organizers of that event must have been kicked in the head by a donkey."
Adam immediately understood what had happened.
Russell was the producer of the classic British series Doctor Who.
And the TARDIS was the time machine shaped like a phone booth that the protagonist often used in Doctor Who.
Howard had a big one too.
In the future, Mrs. Wolowitz would find it so disgusting that she wanted to throw it out. In the end, Amy would win it in a ping-pong match and use it to lure her boyfriend Sheldon into the bedroom.
And that had only been an ordinary prop.
This was a signed collector's edition, given away for free, at a place like San Diego Comic-Con International, where obsessive nerds gathered in droves.
One could only imagine how sensational it had been.
Hundreds or thousands of people rushing into a single exhibition area to fight over it—if no stampede injuries occurred, that would have been the real miracle.
No wonder Sheldon had been trembling in fear.
A scene like that was absolutely Sheldon's nightmare.
"So you went in to fight for it too?"
Adam looked at Leonard speechlessly.
"Can you really blame me?"
Leonard smiled awkwardly. "It was a signed collector's edition TARDIS. Even Sheldon wanted to participate at first.
"But later, when he saw more and more people gathering and preparing to rush in, he gave