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"I'll see you in an hour or so."
"What are you going to do?"
"Tinker around in here," The Doctor smiled while patting the door frame. Phil stood on the outside with a park behind her. It was ironically the park they had first met in. Pulling the scarf more around her neck she muttered something which was barely audible. "See! That's why I gave up wearing it! It's to long, that and...well...I may have almost tripped over it a few times." Phil wrapped it around her neck again and looked at him.
"You sure you don't want to come?"
"I think you deserve some private time Phil."
"Even after you told Darren that privacy doesn't exist anymore?"
"Oh shush you," waving a hand at her he smiled. Phil shouldered her bag more and looked around. London looked no different. Still busy, sunny weather despite there still being a winter chill in the air.
"I may go get some food afterwards."
"Biscuits and tea." The Doctor said while taking a step back inside the TARDIS.
"I never said I had a list!"
"Now you do." Smiling he took a step forward again and put his hands on her shoulders. "You'll be fine Phil!"
"Will you be here when I get back?"
"Yes." He smiled and nodded, this seemed to relieve her slightly as she let out a heavy sigh which sounded like it had been building its way up.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Phil looked up at him with light pleading eyes.
"You want me to come?"
"Yeah I need some sort of moral support."
"Well I can think of a few people who would disagree with you calling me in for moral support." The Doctor gave her shoulders a light squeeze before standing up straight and turning to run into the TARDIS. He appeared again shoving the sonic screwdriver into his inside jacket pocket. Turning and shutting the doors he locked them and turned to her. "Lead the way Phil."
"Thank you." She smiled and turned to walk down the street, The Doctor jumped and walked quickly after her.
It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in the cemetery. It was rather creepy how silent it was, the city around them was so loud and busy. Yet in here, silence. Exchanging a look Phil lead the way to the destined grave sites. In her hands were clutched two bouquets of flowers. Doctor had heard her muttering something about there being two grave sites.
Turning quickly Phil tottered her way over to a head stone, crouching down she sighed. "Sorry," pushing weeds and overgrown flowers out of the way she placed one set of flowers down. Crouching down beside her The Doctor skimmed over the writing on the stone in front of him. Phil grasped onto another over grown flower and pulled it free. "What were they like Phil?"
"Hm?"
"Your parents, what were they like?"
"..They were nice."
"Just nice?" The Doctor questioned, he had long since discovered that where sadness and grief were involved, talking would help. Actually talking would solve most of the sadness which was felt. Phil leant her head against her hand in thought.
"They wouldn't trust you, but they would be nice."
"Not many parents trust me Phil, I'm rather used to it." It was the truth. Phil scooted to another head stone beside her parents one, placing the second set of flowers down she shook her head.
"You and Tim would get along."
"Why do you say that?"
"You're a big kid, and...he would technically be a kid. How could you two not get along?" Phil laughed lightly and looked at him. "It's weird you know, I've not been here in years. And I seriously mean years. The only time I think, or get reminded, to come here is with an alien. Ironic slightly."
"I have to say, I don't go to many cemeteries, typical the one time I do it's with a stereotypical meatsack."
"Ah, touché. Sorry for calling you an alien, Doctor."
"Sorry for calling you a meatsack." He smiled and stood up, Phil stood up slowly too and crossed her arms.
"This is weird, lets go." Phil said while turning and walking away, The Doctor looked confused and then ran after her. Getting tugged by the long scarf she looked over her shoulder at him.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"You're all sad and mopy about today, and when today comes, you're...blunt."
"How can I be sad when I don't honestly remember the accident? How can I be sad when I completely forgot about them, and haven't visited them in years?"
Putting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her back towards the grave stones. "You're just trying to be brave Phil. This is the one time you don't have to put on a brave face and find excuses. I'm not going to let you run away from this, because they're your family." The Doctor said simply, Phil nodded. He didn't even need to see her face to know she was crying, her shaking shoulders were enough of a sign.