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"Right so here's the plan. We shimmy on in, rather awesomely, we do our thing. Yet again in a rather amazing awesome fashion. After that's done we hunt out the person who makes other people disappear, interrogate him...if we do, I vote you be good cop I'll be the bad cop. Sound good? Great ok, moving swiftly onwards. Find out where these disappeared people have gone to, pray they are still all alive, if not then well...we'll figure that out when that comes. Maybe hit the man over the head if he has killed them? What else? Am I missing something out?" Phil stared down at The Doctor with wide confused eyes. "Phil?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm still trying to process all of what you just said. You just said that all in one breath, how is that possible? You must have a brilliant lung capacity."
"Stop marvelling over my lungs and get ready, we have a show to go to."
"Aha yeah yeah alright," she waved a hand at him and jumped up. She was currently sitting with her legs dangling over the side of the corridor. She was leaning her head against the railings watching him pace around the console rambling.
"Hold on! You need to get ready too!" Phil exclaimed while plodding back down the corridor and pointing a finger at him.
Looking up from the console Doctor seemed to think over her words before puffing out his cheeks and childishly stomping over to the stairs and up them. "I thought I could get away with what I was wearing." He grumbled while tugging at his tweed jacket, Phil twirled on her heels and reached up to put her hands on his shoulders. He had slowed his pace down in an effort to avoid getting changed into the black suit he wore previously. Phil was pushing him towards the wardrobe part of the TARDIS.
"Oh come on, you only have to wear it one more time then you can go back to living in the same clothes that you wear everyday."
"I don't live in the same clothes!"
"You do."
"I do not I change my shirt and bow tie."
"Well goodie for you Doctor you change two things you wear." Phil said while giving him another nudge.
"No need for the sarcasm! I love my clothes they're cool why would I want to keep changing them? Unlike you who changes every five minutes."
"I do not."
"You do."
"I get hot and sometimes jumpers aren't the wisest things to wear if there's running involved. Considering you and the trouble which finds you, running in a jumper is nasty. I don't want to overheat do I? That'd mean I'd most likely flail around and faint."
"I don't do well with fainters."
"Exactly! And that is why I change a lot, ok this has got off topic. Get in there and get changed!" Phil nudged him into the large room and turned on her heels to walk to her room. She already had a collection of dresses in there to choose from. "Oh!" Turning back around and peeking around the door frame she smiled slowly at The Doctor, he was currently trying to wriggle unsuccessfully out of his jacket. "Don't wear the tie, you always seem to and regret it instantly."
"Excellent point there Phil." He answered while waving his hands at her, taking this as a sign to leave she turned and walked towards her room.
"Human pin cushion comes to mind."
"All I can say is," Phil paused to see the man stab another sword through the box. "Yikes."
"Yikes? Yikes? Who says yikes anymore?" The Doctor laughed and looked down at her, she tore her eyes away from the poor person in the box who was currently getting impaled left right and centre. Pointing a finger to herself Doctor gave a nod, "Yes you. You say yikes, I believe you may be alone there though."
"Want to join in? Yikes! Yikes yikes yikes...yikes?"
"Are you perhaps scared Phil? The rambling is kicking in, and if I remember rightly that does only appear when you're scared. You like to make it sound fancy though by calling it irrational fear. Although I don't think there's anything irrational about being scared of performing on stage. It is a rather scary thought is it not?"
"And you say about me and rambling! What was that just then?"
"I got a little carried away with my words."
"You often do."
"I like to talk is that so wrong? No! No it is not, fancy if I was silent all the time? Although most people like the mysterious silent type don't they?"
"Well yeah I guess they do, but...well...you're not all that mysterious."
"What? I so am! I'm as mysterious as they come!"
"...Huh...I guess you kinda are the most mysterious person I know." Phil said thoughtfully while putting a hand under her chin. Standing in thought for a little while longer she looked up at him, "You don't have it in you to be silent."
"True, I just like to talk!" He gave her a wide grin the two looked to the stage when the man bowed and there was a loud applause. "I think we're next."
"You said that in such a scary way."
"Really? I am sorry I didn't mean to scare you more!"
"It's alright honestly," Phil smiled weakly and looked behind her at the other people who were swanning around. Half of them were just workers, all the people taking part in the show were in their dressing rooms getting prepared.
It all went in a blur, one minute Phil was standing there happily smiling. The next minute she's standing in a white room. Some idiot answered the question of, "Anywhere you want to go where would it be?"
With; "I'd visit my sister in the sanatorium." Yes because that looked like a really sane thing to answer. "Anywhere in the world and I'm in a loony bin." Phil muttered and walked out of the room, what was she even meant to get from here?
Looking to the wall she plucked a straight jacket from the hanger and held onto it. Feeling a funny tingly feeling Phil blinked rapidly and took a step back. Slowly opening her eyes she was back in the theatre with the confused, and slightly shocked expressions of the audience.
Doctor popped into her line of vision, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, erm..." Phil trailed off and lifted her arm up. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the straight jacket and then waved it around. Putting a hand to her head Phil squinted her eyes, this was the second trip. There was one more because The Doctor had already made sure that Cillian Wood had it drummed into his head that they were to do this 'trick' three times, and three times only.
Her first trip was to Egypt, which was fair enough she thought. This one was to the sanatorium, where would the third trip be to? She didn't even have the heart to guess, those two destinations were so far apart it was incredible to think that the two people were in the same theatre watching the same show.
"How do you feel about going to Russia?"
"Russia?" Phil answered, "If I come back almost falling over you know I've had to much of their vodka." Phil grinned, her words made the audience emit a low chuckle. It seemed like her role in the show to not only be the ever willing companion, but the slight comic relief too. The Doctor played the part of; ever serious magician well. A little to well Phil thought, saluting him the room blurred and she was soon standing in a street.
Once her eyes focused it became more apparent that she was in an alley way, shuddering and walking out she shivered and looked around. What could she bring back from here which was typically Russian?
Looking to the side she raised an eyebrow at a movie poster plastered to the wall. Carefully peeling it off she held onto it, looking it over she shrugged. Whatever film it was, it looked interesting. There was a picture of some well built man wielding a gun and horrible curved knife. Action adventure films were one of her favourites. Looking up she frowned when there was a man in a black cloak standing at the adjacent alley way, he was looking at her. She could clearly see two eyes staring right at her.
Before she could even question it she shut her eyes as the surroundings blurred and she was back in the theatre. Waving the poster at The Doctor, she put a hand on her head again as he proceeded in questioning the man who answered Russia. Phil could barely pay attention, it was extremely tiring and mentally draining to teleport here there and everywhere. She originally liked the idea of pushing a button and appearing some place, now she wasn't so sure if this is what she was going to feel every time.