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The man in question, now known as Francis looked at the two of them confused. "You two aren't doctors, nor do I know you. So why are you here?"
"He's a doctor," Phil pointed at the Doctor, who nodded confirming her words.
"You certainly don't look like a doctor."
"What do doctors look like Francis? Old, wear white lab coats? Stethoscope around the neck?"
"Well yeah actually." Francis said plainly while getting comfy in the bed and looking back at them two.
"What happened?"
Francis looked at Doctor confused, "I was found unconscious in a street."
"Do you suffer from black outs?"
"No." Francis answered sharply, "Look you're not a doctor, and yet again I don't know you two. So can you please leave?"
"Are you fighting fit yet?"
"What does that matter?" Francis exclaimed obviously getting annoyed by Doctor's constant questions. Phil stopped nibbling her nails and pointed at him, "We are the ones who found you and bought you here. So I think we deserve a thanks."
"Yes! Phil is right! You should thank us."
"If I thank you will you leave?"
"Are we offending you somehow?"
"She isn't you are, you're annoying me." Doctor looked a little disheartened at Francis and at his words. Phil rolled her eyes, "Thank you."
"You're welcome!"
"It's alright," Phil shrugged and put her hands in her pockets. "Can you remember anything before you blacked out?" She asked, Francis did say she didn't annoy him so maybe she could get away with asking questions.
"No." He answered honestly, Phil looked at Doctor and nodded at him, he looked at her confused before jumping slightly. Rummaging in his coat pocket Doctor pulled out the musical object. Francis's expression changed dramatically, it went from calm to strained and seemingly in extreme pain.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Can't you hear it singing?" Francis asked, Doctor and Phil looked at each other, "It sounds so beautiful..." he trailed off and leant back against the pillows.
"How did you come to possess this?" Doctor asked while walking to the side of the bed, Francis looked up at him tiredly.
"It called out to me and I picked it up."
"It was killing you." Doctor said, "Something which is killing you can't sound beautiful."
"It does though!" Francis paled slightly, throughout their conversation he had been paling more and more. In all honesty he went from looking perfectly fine to how he was earlier on, "It does." He repeated more firmly.
Phil stood at the foot of the bed taken to biting her nails again, she didn't really like where this was going. The two of them weren't expecting Francis to leap up and clutch onto the musical object. Doctor tried prying it from his hands and eventually did when the man fell still. Taking a slow step back Doctor looked from the still man to the musical object, he then looked up at Phil who looked in a state of shock.
She didn't need to get told twice to leave the room mainly because she practically ran out, Doctor ran after her. Wrapping her arms around herself she nodded at the room once they were in the corridor. "Is he...?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"He just..." Phil trailed off to eye people up as they exited the ward. "Killed himself."
"More or less. Clearly whatever he heard from this was worth his life." Doctor flung the object in the air and caught it. "Now we have the pleasure to see if there's anymore on this ship. And if so how do we get rid of them?"
"How do we find out if there's anymore?"
"Well much like people, it should be in contact with its fellow kind."
"I don't see a mobile phone."
"Aha that there is incorrect!"
"Eh?"
"Spheretor, the dependant technology of there kind is cybernetics."
"Meaning?"
"You're not using that thing in there again," Doctor tapped her on the head. "Do you really want me to tell you everything?"
"Erm...yes?"
"Cybernetics, the phone is built into it."
"So it has a phone in its head?"
"Basically," Doctor nodded as they left the building and walked back towards the TARDIS. "How annoying would that be? Always ringing in your mind it'd drive you mad!"
"You're already mad, I think it'll just make you madder." Phil shrugged Doctor looked at her before grinning and nodding. "So how do we find out if there's anymore?"
"Oh! Right right of course..." Doctor trailed off to pocket the musical device. "Link it up to the TARDIS, as I said cybernetics it has a phone in its head with help from the TARDIS we'll be able to easily discover if there's others."
"Is there likely to be?"
"Mmhmm..." Humming thoughtfully Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS. "Very rarely does something travel solo." Phil looked at him thoughtfully before walking in, he shut the door behind himself and ran up to the console. Soon attaching wires onto the object the two awaited patiently to see if any would flare up on the screen.
"You are kidding?"
"That is certainly more than average." Doctor looked wide eyed at the screen, Phil scratched her head thoughtfully. "You said there'd most likely be more right?"
"Yes but I didn't mean that many!" Doctor pointed at the screen, after a minute or so of waiting hundreds of red dots appeared on the screen, they managed to figure out where most of them were hiding because of the map on another screen.
The Celestial Phoenix was literally teaming with Spheretors, "Can I ask you something?"
"Certainly!"
"Francis was used as food like I was when I touched it right?"
"Yup unfortunately." Doctor confirmed while detaching the musical object from the console. He turned his attention to Phil and where she was going with her questions. "How does that work?"
"Time."
"Eh?"
"Time, they literally feed off of time. Be that time from a time line, or in fact someone's time i.e. their life."
"Well Doctor, we're on a ship with over six billion other people, surely I don't need to finish where I'm going with that."
"No Phil you do not, I already know, that thought has already popped into my oh so brilliant mind." Phil rolled her eyes and then looked up at him. "Don't say it, I already know what you're thinking." Doctor paused, "How do we get them off of here without harming the people living on the ship? Am I corrected?"
"You are."
"Which is a valid question, a valid question which I've not got an answer for yet." Doctor said truthfully. "I'll put the kettle on then, we're going to be plotting for a while, may as well have inspirational refreshments." Phil said as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and pottered off to the kitchen.
