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"I don't have the same feeling for the 1920's anymore."
"Phil I don't have the same feelings for many time periods but that doesn't stop me from visiting them does it? No is the answer, plus we're in London! Your bad experience was in America."
"Yeah and don't remind me," Phil huffed while trotting down the TARDIS corridor, The Doctor walked briskly after her.
"Oh come on! You've been playing on that thing for two days. Each place we've gone to in that space you've not paid any attention to. We blew up a power plant! Did you show any reaction? No!" Doctor exclaimed while walking quickly and in front of her. Snatching the alien version of a Game Boy from her grasp he shook his head. "I'm taking this back."
"I thought it was a gift?"
"Yeah well I'm taking this gift back," Doctor gave a swift nod before walking quickly to his room and throwing it – literally – into the room. Shutting the door he turned and looked at Phil, who had a rather bemused expression on her face.
"Why London in the 1920's? Oh man...please don't tell me dancing is involved."
"No! But now that you've put the idea in my head," he said in a excited manner while a smile spread on his face. Walking back up to her he put his hands together and nodded, "I'm taking you out."
"Huh?"
"Yes? No? Oh fine then we'll go blow something else up, at least this time you'll pay attention." The Doctor crossed his arms and walked past her and down towards the console. Phil frowned and turned to look at his retreating form.
"Out? What do you class as 'out'? We go out like everyday." She walked down the corridor and stopped at the top of the stairs.
"I mean out."
"That makes no sense still. You're really not making sense, are you feeling alright?"
"Peachy! I'm fine when am I not feeling fine? Well you wouldn't know the answer to that question unless you were me." He rambled while Phil walked down the stairs.
"Right, so...out in London...in the 1920's?"
"You get to dress up!"
"Are you trying to make this confusing moment better?"
"Ok fine," The Doctor leaned back against the railing. "Do you like the theatre Miss Knight?" Phil stood in thought for a moment, putting her hands in her pockets she looked at the floor and then up at him.
"I guess so Mister...Mister...erm... I guess so Doctor." Phil said thoughtfully, she had no last name to call him. Either way her answer caused him to grin childishly and shoo her up the stairs.
"What a dump."
"This is your home you know? Well not quite yet," The Doctor shut the door and looked at Phil, yet again they'd both changed their clothes to fit in with the times. Phil avoided wearing the same dress she last wore in the 1920's, this time being in a loose evening dress of a dark green colour she smiled happily. Yet again commenting that it looked like The Doctor had just clambered out of a Mafia film the two set out of the TARDIS.
"So why are we here?"
"The theatre Phil!"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Can't I decide to take you out somewhere nice?"
"Erm...yes you can, but this is a first."
"As they say; there's a first time for everything!"
"What's wrong with the theatre?"
"Nothing," Doctor looked at her briefly, Phil just looked up at him. Relenting and rolling his eyes he stopped walking and looked at her. "Disappearances."
"I bloody knew it," Phil pointed a finger at him. "There'd had to be something wrong with it! You don't just suddenly go to a place. Usually trouble finds you not you finding trouble." He stood in thought before agreeing with her words.
"Do you like magic Phil?"
"Ok is this a trick question? I distinctly remember you telling me not to blur the fictional with real life." She paused, "And we all know magic in real life is an illusion."
"Well thanks for that Phil but you didn't answer my question."
"Does my answer have anything at all to do with why we're in London, walking around in the fog. And about to attend the theatre?"
"Well," he ringed his hands together and looked at her. "Possibly."
"Yes I like magic."
"Brilliant!" The Doctor beamed and walked quickly, Phil stood in utter confusion.
"Are you on drugs?"
"No! How dare you even say that," he paused. "Why do you say that?"
"You're acting incredibly weird, well more weird. You're weird most of the time but tonight you're being utterly bizarre."
"In a good way?"
"In a; 'you're hurting my head with all your confusion' way."
"Sorry Phil!"
"Are we about to get involved in a possible police case?"
"Well it's unreported," The Doctor plucked a newspaper from a stall and quickly walked off. Phil looked at him and then back at the stall. "You stole that!"
"Oh shush. What's a little thievery in life?"
"So, ok...I'm still trying to process everything." Phil rubbed her forehead in thought. "You take the Game Boy from me, you bring us to London in the 1920's. Then you decide we're going to the theatre, alright? Now there's disappearances?"
"I think you've pieced it all together. There's nothing more nice than attending the theatre, especially knowing that the four people who have disappeared have last been seen there. Get your detective mind switched on Phil, we're going to solve this mystery."
Standing in the brightly light foyer Phil looked up at the chandelier. She hadn't been to a theatre for a while, she'd attended them a few times. The few times were a mixture between pantomimes and musicals. The Doctor stood beside her reading the newspaper at an alarmingly fast rate, she never understood how someone could read that fast. She made a mental note on maybe asking him later, although she was rather sure he wouldn't answer her seriously.
Jumping when fingers where clicked in front of her she frowned at the coin which was held between the finger and thumb. "Huh?"
"You're spacing out."
"Wait...why are you waving a coin in my face?"
"Didn't I tell you Phil? I can do magic too!" The Doctor said so happily with himself for revealing a secret talent that not many people knew of. Phil twirled and looked at him with, something which was similar to a child's wonder filled eyes at the sight of something amazing. "You can do magic?"
"Oh yeah sure thing."
"Since when?"
"Well Phil there's a lot of things you don't know about me. You've just touched the basis of; mad man with a vanishing box. Oh! And incredibly witty and intelligent."
"And a lanky alien who lives in a bow tie! Don't miss that detail out." Phil giggled while he pouted down in her direction.
"Haha," he said dryly. Shaking his sulky moment off he smiled and nodded, "But yes."
"How?"
"Now now Phil you should know that a magician never reveals his secrets."
"Oh," she childishly whined and crossed her arms over her chest. "Can you show me some tricks while we're waiting?"
"They're not tricks Phil!"
"Erm...illusions?"
"Ok tricks will do fine," he shook his head and folded the newspaper up. Phil stood and watched him, she frowned confused when he proceeded to tear it up. People who were standing nearby looked at him utterly confused too. Phil was happy to know she wasn't the only one suffering, he looked up at her quickly. "Don't look like that! Where's that happy excited expression gone?"
"Oh sorry...it's just, I can't ever remember seeing a magic trick which involves ripping newspaper up."
"Then you've not seen many magic tricks have you?" The Doctor said in a matter of fact tone while looking down at the medium torn pieces of paper in his hands. "This is the important part Phil."
"I foresee this not going to plan," she winced slightly at having a mental image of Doctor just throwing pieces of torn paper in the air.
"Oh you have so much faith in my magical talents don't you?"
"Doctor I've only just discovered you can do magic tricks!"
"I shall prove you wrong," he said smugly while going to drop the pieces of paper. Phil was about to tell him not to when suddenly he stood there holding the newspaper again. "Ta da!" He waved the newspaper in her direction. A few people who were watching him confused clapped slightly. "Thank you! Thank you, you're to kind." The Doctor even went as far as bowing slightly. Standing back up straight he frowned and tapped Phil on the head.
"You can stop staring at me like that. I'm being serious it's sort of creepy. You're not blinking! You've no blinked for about a minute how is that possible? Also you can shut your mouth now, the amazement of my magical skills should have worn off. I don't want you to start dribbling over the theatre floor." The Doctor rambled while folding the paper back up for a second time and tucking it under his arm.
Phil shook her head and looked at him with a sceptical look, pointing a finger at him she opened her mouth to say something only to shake her head and cross her arms. Smiling she finally settled on what words she was going to say. "You're a man of very many talents you know that right? That was so cool! Please, please teach me how to do that some time!"