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The two of them managed to get him to a hospital, they were now back in the TARDIS, Doctor stood near the console scanning the musical object.
"What if it's to do with the Darkness?" Doctor stopped scanning and looked up at Phil who was sitting on the stairs with her back to him. Turning around she looked up at him worriedly. It was an honest question but it was also the first time she'd voiced any real problem with the oncoming Darkness. When things trouble people they won't let the topic go, but Phil seemed to have accepted it and not voiced any problems until now.
"What makes you say that?"
"It's creepy."
"All things creepy can't be connected to the Darkness." Doctor waved the screwdriver at her, Phil turned back around and looked towards the door. She was right about one thing though, it was creepy. The object was a stony grey colour and felt rough, Doctor hadn't managed to figure out how to get it to open. Like most music boxes all one would need to do is wind up the key and the music would play and whatever the figure was inside it'd pop up and twirl around with the music. Clearly this musical object wanted to contradict that tradition.
"I don't get it," Doctor said slightly annoyed, Phil turned and looked back up at him. "Do you get it?"
"I've only held it once." Phil pointed out, Doctor walked over and sat next to her, handing the object to her Phil took it slowly and looked it over. The same dazed expression flitted onto her face just like when she first picked it up, yelping suddenly she flung it away from her. Doctor watched it shuttle along the ground and then looked at her. "What was that for? Surely the music wasn't that bad?"
"There was no music! And it burned!"
"Of course there was no music because I couldn't hear any." Doctor waved a hand at her and then looked at her seriously. "Burned?" Phil held her hand up, the hand she had been holding the object in, her fingertips were red and sore looking from a minor burn. Holding onto her hand Doctor scanned over her fingers, "Does it hurt?"
"No not really...ok who am I kidding? It's throbbing but nothing to bad." Phil smiled and flexed her fingers. The two of them looked slowly towards the musical object when it started up with its tinkering creepy tune. Aiming the screwdriver in its direction Doctor looked at it, Phil took her hand from his and slowly walked over to it.
Crouching down she reached out, "I wouldn't touch it if I were you." Doctor jumped up and walked over to her, crouching beside her he looked at the weird twisted figure which appeared from the object and twirled to the creepy tune.
"What is it?"
"It's a statuesque form, all of this," Doctor waved the screwdriver at the hexagonal object. "Is its skin."
"What? That's very strange, but that there is the little critter which lives in it. So how can all of it be the skin?"
"The skin is the major sensory organ for it, as such that's how it feeds."
"I just got used as live stock?"
"Possibly...yes...sorry there Phil I think you did." Doctor looked at her, Phil shook her head trying to process that information.
"So what is it?"
"Spheretor."
"Sphere in the name yet lives in a hexagon?"
"How observational of you there!" Doctor grinned, his smile slipped which caused Phil to look at him confused.
"What is it?"
"No nothing."
"Don't pull that on me," Phil crossed her arms and looked at him seriously. Doctor ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her. "That expression," she waved a finger at him, he looked at her confused. "Not that one the one before." Phil rolled her eyes, Doctor pulled the same expression as before. "That one! Yeah...that's the one...that expression means anything but 'no nothing'." She gave him a swift nod before standing up and giving the Spheretor a hesitant look before turning and walking back to the stairs.
Walking into the hospital Phil followed Doctor as he simply found the room where the unconscious man was from earlier. Doctor easily walked into the room although she stopped outside it and sighed. Hospitals and hers didn't mix very well, she vaguely remembered being in the hospital after her families accident. Doctor noticed he was without his friend, turning he walked over to where Phil was leaning against the wall.
"You're free to go in and talk to him."
"You're going to stay out here? In the boring corridor? With the annoying smell of clinical implements?" Doctor questioned, Phil nodded each time after his question. "Oh no you don't," he grabbed a hold of her hand and tugged her into the room.
"No no! For real seriously...please let me go!" But it was to late the two of them were in the hospital room. Phil's nerves just got worse once she was in the room, biting her nails on her spare hand as she was tugged towards the bed by the other she blinked and looked at the man.
