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Walking back to the seating area The Doctor looked over the confused faces of the customers, frowning he held a hand up and pointed a finger at the people. "There's six of you."

"Yeah so?" Someone said while kicking their feet back on the table.

"There was ten." He said seriously and turned on his heels and looked around, he was standing near the counter looking over the menu he frowned. It all looked so normal, yet Phil had commented before how even though he looked normal he certainly was far from it. This just meant that despite its apparent normality, this café was far from normal. Running a hand through his hair he clicked his fingers at a woman, she flinched and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why did you come here?"

"For food why else?"

"Well yes of course you came here for food! Why else would anyone come here? Maybe for the amazing décor?" He said sarcastically, the décor was little to desire, if anything on the scale from one to ten this café rated about a negative hundred in décor. It was dark, it was dingy all in all it was rather horrible. It seemed now though that the people only just noticed the horrid surroundings they were in. Phil sat near the window looking out at the people walking by, waving his hands at the people to quieten them down he walked quickly over to her. She looked up at him confused yet fought to laugh when he waved his arms weirdly as he practically ran over to her.

"What have you found out?"

"They all came here for food."

"Excellent." Phil said while taking to pushing the chair back onto two legs and then rocked forward. He frowned disapprovingly at this, catching the look she sat normally in the chair and rolled the sleeves up on her jacket. "Well I found out that no one, and I mean, no one even gives this place a look in."

"Nice one Phil you seem to have done better than me," Doctor crossed his arms and placed them on the table in front of him. Leaning his head on his arms he looked up at her, "You're right."

"Eh?"

"I can read your mind and I know two words you're thinking of. I feel like I should tell you you're right."

"I was thinking of ice cream." Phil said while putting a hand to her chin, Doctor sat up and looked at her a little shocked, more for the fact that she was still hungry. She had ate enough to last her a day and a half. "I joke!" She laughed and took to sitting how he previously was. He even joined in, giving the window a sidewards look she sighed.

"Perception Filter? Again? Seriously? These things keep popping up."

"No they don't! You had one in your flat, well above your flat. You made one to conquer that museum and other times you've just mentioned them. I think you mention them because you like saying it, makes you look smart."

"I am smart."

"Yes your intellect is almost on the genius par level as mine." Doctor grinned childishly and jumped while Phil tried to flick a crumb at him. "But it is very plausible, it would certainly account for why no one pays attention to the building."

"Then why are there people in here along with us?"

"They, as well as us, must have something in common." He looked at the other customers, they'd all calmed down and weirdly taken to eating and drinking again.

"The door won't open," said a quiet voice from behind them, turning in her chair Phil looked at a teenage girl no older than seventeen. Looking back to The Doctor she nodded, "We're stuck."

"Are we?" He answered while standing up, it made sense to try the door. It was a little bizarre that only now someone had tried it. Stopping in mid step he took a step back from the girl, "That's not right." He said simply, Phil eeped when he nearly pushed her out of her chair only to get her out of the reach of the teenager.

"What do you mean? The door won't open of course that isn't right!" The teenager exclaimed angrily.

"Erm." Phil held a hand up and flinched when the girl jerked oddly, it didn't look natural. It was almost like someone had just gone behind her and hit her with something hard on all of her limbs. A sickening crack even accompanied this jerky movement.

"I meant that's not right in the sense of no one else noticed a door existed. I haven't mentioned the door, so how did you know of the door?"

"I forgot about the door?"

"Yes you did, sorry Phil." He nodded sadly at her Phil on the other hand didn't look all that upset about forgetting the doors existence. "We erm, we have to move." Doctor said quietly and quickly pushing Phil towards the group of people this prompted them to move away from the girl too. The teenager by now was hunched over and making incredibly disturbing clicking noises.

"You said that we must have something in common right?" Phil watched the girl twist and turn on the spot. Doctor nodded slowly, he as well as Phil and the other people couldn't look away from her. It was entrancing in such a disturbing way. "What can we possibly have in common with everyone in here?" She looked up at him, slowly looking away from the clearly tormented girl The Doctor looked at Phil and then at the terrified people beside them.

He didn't know, on the grand scale of things it was just said for an idea. There would be no reason why something which inhabited a dingy café would choose a load of people. It didn't make any sense, Time Lord, and humans. It just doesn't mix, "I'm ruling out us having something in common with everyone else." He said eventually while taking a step back. Whatever was here was clearly opportunistic.

"You mean you, I probably have at least one thing in common with them." Phil said while the small group walked down a small corridor, they passed the toilets and found a set of stairs and the kitchen. "I'm human! See I have something in common with them."

"You're sort of human," Doctor waved his hand at her, she gave a lazy shrug but didn't answer. "We need to find a room which can act as a safe place. That girl out there obviously doesn't want to be kind enough to move and let us out, so we need to put these lot somewhere safe and try and get her to move."

"Gentle persuasion then?"

"As gentle as can be!" He grinned and pushed open the kitchens double doors, "Oh." He said with hands still on either door. Phil peeked over his shoulder and mimicked the same expression of shock and horror.

Stopping her movements was an old woman, she had with her a trolley full of dirty plates and cups. The sound of the trolley was grating, nails on a chalkboard was near enough the only sound Phil could describe it to. It was her face though which caught the two and the others in a staring moment.

Dark eyes and protruding sharp teeth took up the majority of her face, apart from them features she looked relatively human.