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Or rather, TARDIS was making Phil's idiot sense burn thanks to Clarabelle. This was the real first time that Phil could think of, that TARDIS was perhaps...maybe, jealous?

Shaking her head Phil looked around, there was nothing here. The place was all desert, although in the distance a tip of a pyramid could be seen. Looking at her watch Phil did toy with the idea, but no. Doctor hated teleporters and Phil did understand why, not that she was highly dependable on teleporting. It wasn't like that was her main way of transport, "So why do you dislike her for huh?" Phil questioned quietly to herself while swinging her bag around on her back. Rummaging she pulled out a packet and did the bag back up. Opening it and popping a M & M into her mouth Phil frowned, she wasn't actually expecting an answer.

TARDIS couldn't answer, there wasn't really a voice to go with the entity. There was feelings though, this slight annoying jealousy being one of those feelings. In her rational mind Phil could see Clarabelle was rather harmless, she stuck close to Jennifer, she may have been a year older than herself. Yet to the TARDIS, Clarabelle was, dare Phil even to say; "A annoying little squealy bug." It wasn't so much the "squealy" part which seemed to be annoying her but more of who the squealy bug paid the most attention to.

"Oh my my," Phil said while kicking some sand up. "Could it be you're jealous of Clarabelle for paying so much attention to Doctor?" Phil asked quietly, she frowned when there was a dip in the sand. It didn't look like it was a normal dip, walking slowly over she crouched near it. Flinching slightly without the aid of the squealy bug being around Phil took that as a yes to her earlier question.

Phil jumped back slightly when the dip grew and it seemed to crack the ground. "How?" Phil muttered and then screamed when the ground below her seemed to fall away. Landing on her back – and rather painfully – Phil looked up. There was the sky looking down through the cracks in the ground at her. From this view Phil tilted her head to the side, it was very blue, a lot more bluer than the one she'd seen back home. Londons sky was obscured by high buildings.

Laying painfully on the ground Phil frowned, how was this even possible? Looking around she seemed to be in a cave. Looking down at her feet she looked rather disparagingly at the rubble on one of her feet. She couldn't feel it, and she certainly couldn't move it.

"Hello!" She shouted upwards, frowning when there was silence to greet her she looked around. Pushing herself up on her elbows she tried shouting again. Managing to wriggle her bag off she rummaged in it, pushing sweet wrappers and a sketchbook out of the way she found a torch.

Doctor had laughed at her when she packed it, Phil was happy to know she wasn't an idiot for doing so. Turning the switch on she flashed it around, it was dark, and it was a cave of some sort.

"How to get out." Phil muttered and laid back down, yawning she shook her head. Sleep wasn't wise at the moment, "Hello? Anyone up there?" She shouted again, hearing a shuffle from deeper on in the cave she froze. She wasn't alone in here?

Phils braveness disappeared and was replaced by an uncertain fear.

Doctor was bored, this family were nice. Perhaps a little confused and slightly delusional, but that didn't solve his boredom. Phil's sense of getting air wasted about – looking at his watch – five minutes. Jumping when a familiar buzzing sound filled the tent he rummaged in his pockets.

"What is that?"

"A," Doctor started and then shrugged. Looking around for some sort of inspiration he clicked his fingers. "A phone." And with that he disappeared from the tent and pulled out the screwdriver. The light flashed green quickly three times, and then again but for a longer time – but still three times, and then back to three short bursts. Doctor frowned and waved the screwdriver around, "SOS? Who? What and where?" He darted around but the direction he went in made the signal weaker. Running around again he grinned when the signal got stronger, "Woah!" Stopping suddenly he looked at the crack in the ground.

"Doctor? Finally! Hello? Oh please tell me you speak English, if not, go into the main tent and pull the lanky guy in the bow tie out here!"

"Hey! Yet again get a better description!" Doctor yelled while peering over the edge of the crack. "Oh Phil what happened to you?"

"I took a slight tumble."

"Only a slight tumble?"

"Huh yes well you see-" Phil started to say and then stopped to glare at Clarabelle who just appeared. "I just fell." She said bluntly, tilting her head to look around she looked back up at them. "I'm not alone down here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there is something else down here scuttling around! I hope it isn't a swarm of bugs or whatever...I don't do well with bugs.." Phil trailed off and flashed the torch around.

"Stay there, although by looks of things you can't go anywhere." Doctor scratched his head thoughtfully and looked at her leg which was trapped under debris. "I'll find a way down there-"

"You can't!" Clarabelle exclaimed, the two looked at her. "It's dangerous, we have no equipment which can get down there."

"What?" Phil shouted from below, Doctor mentally flinched, she was angry. Doctor had to admit he'd never witnessed Phil in an angry mood but he had a feeling that if the blond stuck around he was about to. "Your father is a archaeologist! He excavates tombs, tombs which sometimes need clambering into! How can you not have any sort of equipment to get down here and get me out?"

"Phil calm down slightly please."

"No! How can I? I'm down here and your up there, your fine and I'm scared. Yeah alright sure I'll calm down when I'm out of here." Phil crossed her arms and shut her eyes.

"I'm sorry that-"

"Shut up I don't like you." Phil narrowed her eyes to Clarabelle who had spoken. "You annoy me."

"Phil stop being rude! Where have your manners gone?"

"Well excuse me! Where has your determination to do anything for your friends gone?" Phil waved a hand at them. "Whatever, go back to that tent and scheme up a plan. I'm tired."

"Do not go to sleep."

"I hit my head pretty hard, I think sleeping could help. I even have a pillow." Phil pushed her rucksack under her head. Doctor frowned and put the screwdriver away in his pocket again, shaking his head he stood up.

"Do not go to sleep, I mean it Phil you could be delirious." Doctor ran a hand through his hair. "I will find a way to get you out from down there." He said seriously, Phil looked up at him and nodded.

"Ok I'll try not to. Please do not take long!" Phil exclaimed and held the torch up, switching it off she laid looking up at the sky.

From the vantage point above Doctor frowned, he could hear the scuffling that Phil was on about. "Come on Clarabelle we need to go talk to your dad." He turned away and quickly walked off back towards the tents.

James looked at him confused, mainly because of the determined expression Doctor had. "Tell me exactly what you're doing here Mr Black." Doctor said while standing near him. "And don't leave out any details."

"James?" Jennifer said confused, James held a hand up to silence his wife.

"Follow me please," the man stood up and hurried back to the other tent. Clarabelle followed after them only for him to frown at her.

"You know something has been bothering me since arriving here, you don't look like an archaeologist. You've not dove into doing any work what so ever since I've got here. In fact, you've not actually told me what you're excavating for. Whose tomb? Or is it, whose tomb do you hope to find?" Doctor questioned while James sat down and looked up at him. "Actually forget it, my friend is stuck. Quite literally she's stuck, I need some of your strongest ropes and what not so I can shimmy skilfully down and rescue her."

James sat processing his words before he put his hands palm down on the table in front of him. "There's no way you can get down to her."

"Well I like proving people wrong and being able to do things which aren't possible. You say there's no way to get to her, I say there is." Doctor crossed his arms, his patience slowly thinning and disappearing thanks to the man in front of him.