The T.A.R.D.I.S materialized slowly, allowing yet more smoke to puff out of it's chambers, and the doors made a terrible squeeking sound as the Doctor stepped outside, and covered her mouth. The moment she realized that Stevie was not there, she called out her name. No response,

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, Stevie!" She called, galloping toward the house. "I worked out what it was! I know what was missing! You've got to get out!" She called, fumbling with the front door lock and her sonic screwdriver. The lock finally opened, and she stepped inside, "Stevie? Are you alright? Are you even there?" She climbed the stairs, and scanned the door. She was out of breath from climbing the stairs, and galloping toward the house. "Prisoner-" She huffed, "Prisoner Zero is here! Prisoner Zero is-" She was cut off, as a large object came flying toward her, and slammed into her face, knocking her out instantly.

Not far away, in the town hospital, Gary followed a doctor to the ward where he worked,

"So, they all called out at once? That's what you're saying?" She asked him. Gary nodded. "All of them." She continued, "All the coma patients. You do understand that these people are all comatose, don't you? They can't speak."

"Yes Doctor Ramsten." He nodded, putting up with her patronizing tone. He was a trained medical professional, of course he understood the obscurity of the situation,

"Then why are you wasting my time?" She said through gritted teeth. Gary looked about him, thinking of a way to make his words sound less absurd,

"Because they called for you." He settled for the facts. Doctor Ramsten looked up from her notes,

"Me?" She gave him a sardonic look. Gary nodded insistently.

-Doctor-

Came a low, raspy voice from behind them. Gary and Doctor Ramsten turned their heads, very slowly, to see the comatose patient who had just spoken out. Again he said it,

-Doctor-

And then a female patient to their left,

-Doctor-

Soon, all the patients in the ward were calling for the Doctor. Over and over again, repeating that one word

-Doctor-

Back in Stevie's home, the Doctor awoke to the sound of birds, and found her eyes rolled slowly into focus on her surroundings. She realised she was handcuffed to a radiator, and before her were a pair of very short legs,

"White woman in late forties, breaking and entering. Send me some back up, I've got her restrained." the Doctor's eyes wandered up a short distance to the police woman's face. "Oi, you sit still." The woman said firmly. The Doctor looked up at her, confused and concussed.

"Cricket bat... Cricket bat... LATE FORTIES?" She turned to look at the camera, "Rude!" Then turned back the the short, blonde woman in front of her.

"You were breaking and entering." The woman insisted.

"Oh that is much better... It seems like brand new me needed a knock to the head." The Doctor announced.

"Are you going to shut up now? I've got back up on the way."

"You've got back up on the way... You're a police woman."

"And you're breaking and entering. Do you see how this works?" The woman stared at the Doctor for a long time, her face entirely serious.

"Where's Stevie?" The Doctor asked,

"Stevie?"

"Yes, funny little girl. I promised her I'd be five minutes but the T.A.R.D.I.S was phasing... I suppose I may have gone a bit far." Her expression became concerned, "Has something happened to her?" The blonde woman hesitated before answering,

"Stevie hasn't lived here in a long time." She stated. The Doctor looked even more concerned for a moment, then as if an after thought,

"How long?" There was another long pause.

"Six months."

"Nope. No. No." The Doctor assured her, "No I can't have been six months. I said I'd be five minutes. I promised her. Honest."

"She probably died of boredom." The other woman responded, rolling her eyes in a strangely familiar way, before turning.

"What happened to her? What happened to Stevie?" The Doctor asked again, as the other woman picked up her walkie talkie,

"Sarge' its me again, hurry it up. He knows something about Stevie."