Erm, i have to say thanks to my Doctor Who loving friend Rached who wrote an awesome little (as she described it "mental") story which had a critter in it that she so kindly let me borrow. So yeah, thanks Rached for letting me borrow your weirdo critter! Also the cafe is still utterly creepy, i have to say your story may have put me off of cafes! Serious bummer that i kinda work in one :''D
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"I stand by what I said earlier Phil, how can you eat so much?"
"Erm...I was forced into hibernation remember?"
"That's not an excuse, being forced into hibernation should mess around with your sleeping habits not your stomach." The Doctor leaned his head in his hands and watched as she happily ate her third breakfast. "I think you're some sort of human miracle."
"There are people who can eat more than me! I remember watching a world record program some man ate like fifty-five hotdogs, buns and all in ten minutes."
"You sound so amazed by that."
"Oh come on! Fifty-five hotdogs, in ten minutes. It was not only amazing to witness but incredibly gross." Phil laughed and picked up her glass to drink some of the fizzy in it. Shaking his head slowly The Doctor now knew of some of the favoured television shows she watched, as well as bad drama shows.
"So what do you want to get up to today?" Phil asked while taking to biting the straw which was sticking out of the glass. Looking from the window to her and then back out again he shrugged. "For once you don't know? That's shocking honestly."
"Haven't I told you before that I wing most things? I think I have told you that before."
"Yes along with chronic liar."
"Hey now you're picking holes." He wagged a finger at her and then took to drumming his fingers on the table top. There was something weird with this café, all the people within it – there were about ten people sitting in – not one of them looked at another customer. That struck him as slightly odd, people liked to randomly look at each other when they thought they weren't being watched.
"Phil?"
"Yup?"
"Do you know what the man on the second table away from the counter looks like?" She looked at him confused. "What colour is his shirt?"
"He's wearing a shirt?" Phil said while spinning the plate around on the table slightly, raising an eyebrow he watched as she was clearly having some sort of mental debate with herself. "Shirt...erm...white?"
"Black."
"Oh."
"Where are your observational skills all of a sudden?"
"They disappeared and are slow to return after hibernating."
"You were asleep for half an hour if that stop using it as an excuse!" He laughed slightly and shook his head. Leaning back against the chair he waved a hand around the café, "Do you like this place?"
"Erm...do I?"
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Well that's not very good is it? You usually go into a place that looks inviting when you're hungry. Even if you're not that hungry. Out of all the other places along this street, why did you choose this one?"
"It was right there."
"No it wasn't we passed three before this one."
"Why are you interrogating me about a flippin' café?"
"Calm thoughts Phil don't you flip out on me." The Doctor held his hands up for defence, Phils mood swings were rather hilarious to watch if he wasn't on the receiving end. Although he'd rarely been on the receiving end, some poor oblivious bystander usually was. Picking up the glass again she drunk some of her drink and looked at him.
"You see as soon as we came in, you've not once looked around."
"So?"
"Phil what sort of human are you if you don't observe the place you're eating in? A very silly one that's the answer you're looking for. Don't get me wrong, I love the attention although the staring is a little disturbing but still, look around." She just frowned at him, "Oh come on, this is one of those times where you can safely listen to me and nothing will happen. You're obedience seems to have dwindled slightly I don't like that. Where's the old obedient Phil gone?"
"Rhetorical question?"
"Yes it is, I know the answer anyway."
"You do?"
"Yeah you grew up, well...by two years."
"That's enough."
"Indeed it is, now look around."
"Are you trying to prove a point?"
"Are you down right avoiding looking around or can't you?" The Doctor crossed his arms over his light blue shirt and jacket and watched as Phil seemed to have another mental debate with herself. Slowly but surely though she looked up from the slightly cliché red and white chequered table cloth and looked up at the other customers. She frowned which just caused him to look at them too, they were all just sitting there seemingly still oblivious to the company around them.
"Are they dead?"
"Phil they're moving."
"So they're zombies?"
"They're not dead," Doctor shot her a dumb look and stood up slowly, Phil jumped up too and put her hands in her jacket pockets. "Maybe it's time for us to leave?"
"I need to pay."
"No you don't, you paid when you ordered your food."
"I did?"
"Yes, you don't remember?" He asked a little concerned, well the normality of this café was shrinking by the minute. Phil scratched her head in thought trying to remember, he didn't like this. It was like no sooner had the two entered, she ordered food and sat down to eat – again – that all her memories of them entering and that had vanished. It wasn't some sort of memory swiping because she remembered what had happened yesterday.
The two started to check on the other customers, as soon as they tapped them on the shoulder they flinched and looked up at them confused. Exchanging a look the two continued to seemingly snapping everyone out of their daze.
Scratching her head in thought Phil ran a hand down her face and took to playing with her hair, well the only piece of her which wasn't plaited up. Tightening up the bunchy she frowned and walked up to The Doctor. He was busy trying to answer some very weird questions by some very confused people. He jumped when she tapped him on the shoulder, "You're my saviour," he whispered while putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her away from the people.
"I am?"
"You just saved me from them. Seriously angry people and me don't usually mix. Angry confused people at that and me don't mix. What's wrong?"
"I'm going to say one word and you can just say whether it is of any relevance or not." She paused and he gave a swift nod. "Fendahl."
"No."
"Ok good, great even that makes me a little happier."
"Well it can't be that, I mean. The last one is on Besseme, and it would immediately go to you. You and it are bonded after all aren't you? Oh how lucky you are!" The Doctor said in a sing song tone, Phil nodded slowly.
"It's just...memory loss and it seem to go hand in hand."
"Yeah for you, that's not a common thing for them to do. I too also know of a certain lot of critters who love memory loss." The Doctor said while staring at the wall behind Phil, she raised an eyebrow at him yet didn't comment on his slightly spaced out moment. He was primarily thinking of The Silence, but that would just be ridiculous. Memory loss only happened when the viewer looked away from them, this whole building literally wiped the customers memories.