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Taking steps back as the woman walked forward with her trolley the small group looked around. It was silent apart from the grating squeaky wheels of the trolley. "Oh that's enough from you I think," Doctor shut the kitchen doors and proceeded to locking them with the sonic screwdriver. "Yay! One down another to go!"

"I really hate to ruin your happy moments but that's one down two to go."

"Two?"

"Uh-huh," Phil pointed towards the stairs, a man was standing at the bottom of them. Much like the girl and the woman he made odd clicking noises too. His features were exactly the same as the other to as well, large black eyes stared at them.

He took a step forward and the group took a step away. "Oh you stop right there! This just isn't on, what do you think you're doing here huh? Honestly! Taking refuge in a café, a really dingy one at that."

"Should he be talking to him?" A woman asked quietly while tugging on the jacket sleeve of Phil. She looked from the scared woman to him, "She's right, should you be talking to him?"

"But I love to talk! Even to creepy...creeps, they need to be talked to too! Now don't you go discriminating against the creeps Phil, they do need love too."

"What? I'm on about talking to him not loving him!"

"Well whatever," Doctor shrugged and looked at the man. He tilted his head sidewards in confusion, he clearly didn't know what to make of their little conversation. In fact even the small group of people looked at them oddly too. There was a time and a place to have a conversation like this and clearly here was neither.

"But seriously, why come here? It's dingy and horrible and quite frankly the service was appalling. How was the food Phil?"

"It was mediocre Doctor."

"What did you have?"

"Some sort of bacon bap...but even still, it was mediocre."

"See! The food is mediocre! Why stay in a place with mediocre food? I can think of hundreds, literally, hundreds of other places with better food!"

"Is the food important?" Questioned a man simply, Doctor ran a hand through his hair and turned to look at him.

"Yes I believe the food is important because four of you disappeared without anyone noticing which clearly points to the fact that they have ate them. Or as Phil mentioned earlier on, on a completely different topic they're like zombies."

"Actually I called-"

"Not now, you'll offend them." Doctor wagged a finger at her. The small group didn't need to get told that Phil called them a bunch of zombies because of their prior withdrawn state. "But that means it's like a disease, wait a minute is being a zombie a disease?" He asked no one in particular even Phil opted not to answer his question. "Well whatever, we'll say for the moment it is a disease which means it takes one scratch or...a bite..." Doctor trailed off and looked to the kitchen door. The woman was smashing her head against the little glass window. "I suggest we move."

"Again."

"Keep that sarcasm to yourself for now thank you Phil!" He said while pushing everyone into the toilets. It was more, he pushed Phil and she pushed whoever. Shutting and locking the doors with the screwdriver again he clapped his hands. "How snug and cosy is it in here huh?"

"Rhetorical question," Phil said while jumping to sit on a counter. "So you mean to say that something wriggled under our guards and nibbled on the girl, who then managed to nab the four missing people? And her, the man and that creepy woman ate them?"

"That's just silly Phil, stop being silly." She pulled a face and crossed her arms. Everyone else didn't even seem to be paying attention to their conversation. "I'm suggesting that something managed to nibble as you put it, that girl. I am rather sure that the man and woman were already like that."

"So there the original zombies?"

"They're not zombies! They're alive...they just have mannerisms similar to a zombie." He shrugged and watched the small group try and make themselves as comfortable as possible. The toilet room was rather small, three cubicles and a counter. Someone managed to sit on the counter alongside Phil.

"What if we call the police?"

"Ok...?"

"Jeff."

"Ok Jeff sit there and be quiet and stop being as silly as Phil." Doctor leaned back against the door and then moved when there was scratching against it. "Shoo! Leave us lot be we're formulating a plan here." He said while standing and seemingly having a conversation with a door. "We can't call the police because to them this building doesn't exist. And before you start questioning me on how they think this place doesn't exist think of it as," he paused to think up something simple for people to understand. "You see things out of the corner of your eye. You turn and there's nothing there, this building is like that with the police and other people." He smiled happily, he was pleased with his simple analogy whether the people understood it or not.

"So what do we do? You're amazing skill has got us into this little space."

"My skills are amazing aren't they? Anyway yes plan, well these lot need to get out and we need to as well obviously. But not before sorting them lot out."

"Right." Phil nodded and drummed her fingers on the counter. "Maybe there's a fire escape?"

"Not in here there's not."

"Well duh," Phil leaned her head against the mirror and tilted her head to look at him. "Upstairs?"

"How are we meant to get out of here?"

"Erm...aren't you the brains in this friendship?"

"But you said earlier on that you were smart."

"Yeah but not smart when it comes to thinking up plans."

"Well why must I always do it?"

"You like doing it!"

"Do not."

"You really do Doctor, you honestly really do."

"You're right! I do, this plan won't be made up as it goes along because four people have already gone missing and the remaining lot here look like they're about to try and smash the walls down to escape. Not only that because there's so many we need to get a good plan together." Phil gave a nod. "And yes I know, I am the brains thank you so much for registering my geniusness again Phil!"

"Most welcome." She jumped off of the counter and straightened her jacket out. "Plan?"

"Give me a minute would you?" Doctor huffed and crossed his arms, tapping a foot on the tiled floor he looked around for some sort of inspiration. As much as he hated to admit it, he had got them into a sticky situation. There was one window, a not very big window at that, and one door to the outside world. As far as inspirational spaces go, this toilet block was really lacking.