63

"How? How and why? And...how? Just how?" The Doctor paced to and fro, Phil sat cross legged in a chair. She had shoved a few essentials into her pockets when they left the TARDIS earlier. Her flat keys were one of those essentials, along with her phone and some money.

They had been in her flat for little over half an hour, Phil made tea and sat drinking it whereas The Doctor decided pacing and drinking would be better. Odd sort of logic there but she didn't comment. Despite his initial worry for his home and his ship, Doctor did comment on the drawing wallpaper. She still had some of her drawings stuck to the walls acting as wallpaper. He also commented how it was much cleaner than the last time he'd seen it. The last time would have been when there was dust everywhere and they had gone food shopping for the first time. That was near the first trip to Besseme.

Phil yelped when he popped into her line of vision, "Do you feel anything?"

"Erm..."

"Oh come on Phil! There's a minuscule part in you as you are well aware of. Do you feel anything?" He asked worriedly, Phil sighed and looked down into her cup. "You don't do you?"

"No, sorry. It's fuzzy, not the warm fuzzy. But sort of...cold fuzzy almost painfully stabbing fuzzy."

"How can stabbing be fuzzy?" He looked at her confused, "Seriously Phil that's just silly even for you." He eventually sat down on the sofa, he then proceeded to jumping slightly on it. She pulled a face and pointed a finger at him, "Your sofa is so comfy!"

"You better not break it!"

"I break it I bought it rule huh? Well I have no money!" He said almost proud, Phil frowned when there was a crunch sound come from the sofa. "Oops." Doctor stopped his bouncing and looked at her with slight wide eyes. "I apologise Phil but I think I may have ignored you and broke your sofa."

"How could you? It was innocent!"

"I know, and I shall apologize again." He paused, "I'm sorry." Doctor said sounding honestly sorry for breaking her sofa. He even went as far as doing a slight puppy dog expression, Phil just sat looking at him blankly. This just caused him to go the extra mile and blink a few times and pout more.

"How can I stay mad at you when you're sitting there looking so silly."

"Hey!"

"You were aiming for cute I know," Phil laughed while drinking some of her tea. "You succeeded."

"You lied!"

"Yup," she gave a nod and leaned back in the chair and looked out of the window. She'd had a change round in her flat since he was last here. There was new furniture and more of it, but one thing hadn't moved and that was her chair. It still stayed near the window overlooking the city beyond the glass.

"What do we do though?"

"I hate it when stuff like this happens."

"...The TARDIS has gone walkies before?" Phil asked a little shocked, Doctor gave a nod which just caused her to open and shut her mouth a few times trying to think of the right words to say. "Wah!" She rambled out, he ran a hand through his hair and drunk some of his tea. "How can you lose something like the TARDIS?"

"Lose? You make me sound like a negligent owner!" Phil didn't answer but instead almost choked on her tea. "Phil! Your standards are so low!"

"No no, I've already told you before I have high standards of you. But seriously," she shook her head. "How can you lose your home? Is that even possible?"

"Yes, it is possible, and it has happened before. She usually gets nabbed for different reasons you see." He paused, "It's because she's so cool, and awesome and powerful."

"Those three things are enough to steal her."

"Exactly!"

"But who?"

"Phil I have many enemies."

"But come on..." Phil stood up and walked towards the kitchen. She took his empty cup with her, "What sort of torture is it to make you stay here on Earth? You like it here, you like the people."

"Yes," he peeked around the door frame, "I do, you're all such an interesting bunch. Tell me does the smiley blond still live next door?"

"Nopes." Phil shook her head a little sadly. "New people live there now, she moved in with Kev." Phil dried her hands after washing up the two cups. "Why?"

"No reason, I half feared she'd barge your door down and lecture us both on walking out of her wedding."

"Doctor I have to say that I don't think she'd remember much from the party. People do tend to get rather tipsy at weddings."

"Huh," he said while sitting down at the table, Phil sat down too and looked at him. "Don't look at me like Phil I don't know what to do."

"Use the force," she waved her hands at him. Doctor raised an eyebrow at her, "The screwdriver." Phil laid her head down on the table, "Won't that be able to pick up some sort of something?"

"Some sort of something, wow that's very simple to understand. But you do have a point, but the problem is," he paused to rummage in his pockets for the sonic screwdriver. Pulling it out he held onto it, the two watched it light up and buzz. "If she's out of range I won't pick up anything." He looked a little sadly at the screwdriver, it was making the same sounds. Usually when it picked something up it went a little high pitched, but nothing.

Phil lifted her head up from the table and looked at it sadly too, then she looked up at The Doctor. "Uh-oh."

"We'll find her Phil." He said although it was more like he was reassuring himself than her. After all she did have two homes, three if the TARDIS was included. Reaching out and holding onto his wrist Phil looked at his watch. Her one was on board, at the moment she hadn't got anything to look at when she wanted to know the time. This also meant that she was without a damper and a teleporter. She knew that relieved him in a small way, Phil knew full well that The Doctor disliked her having a teleporter. The damper was a little essential still in her eyes.

Drumming her fingers on the table she clicked her fingers and stood up, "I'll set up the spare room."

"You have a spare room? Since when?"

"You only knew of three rooms the last time you were here. This is actually surprisingly a big flat."

"A bit big for little you isn't it?" Phil narrowed her eyes at him and exited the kitchen. She disappeared into another room which left him alone. Between the shouting of someone outside and one of the neighbours down the hall he lost his train of thought.

"Where are you?" Doctor leaned against his hand and twirled the screwdriver in his other hand, he tried scanning again and turned up the same result. Nothing, she was out of range.

Phil pottered back into the kitchen now changed into some pyjamas which consisted of black and grey chequered trousers and The Smiths t-shirt. "Your quarters await sir."

"Oh I'm a sir now?" Doctor asked, Phil nodded. "I don't like being called sir you know, to formal a little annoying too."

"Any luck?" She sat back down and pointed at the screwdriver, he was still tightly clutching onto it.