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Ignoring the strange looks she was receiving Phil lolled her head to the side. She was currently sitting in a café, at a table, with her arms crossed under the table and her head leaning against the silver surface.
Twitching when her nose got poked she looked up slowly. The Doctor smiled at her, and because smiles were contagious she smiled back. Being the type of person he was he completely avoided bringing up the subject of her having a breakdown in the cemetery. The whole experience just ended up with her getting a consoling hug and apologizing for getting his light blue shirt wet.
Not that he particularly minded, receiving another poke to her nose Phil sat up just in time to have a cup placed down in front of her. It didn't take a minute for The Doctor to scoop up his cup and attempt drinking the hot liquid. He did so only to burn his tongue, which caused him to wince and pull a face, he even tried fanning his mouth with his hand.
Phil leant against her hand and smiled slowly. Rubbing her eyes and looking towards the window. She wasn't honestly thirsty, nor was she in a talkative mood. Which The Doctor obviously caught wind of because he wasn't being overly talkative nor pressing her to have a conversation with him. If anything he was being surprisingly patient for her to talk, which was a first.
"It's hollow." She said eventually while watching a woman with a buggy stroll pass the window. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw The Doctor put the cup on the table. "Weird, hollow, a rather blank feeling. Do you miss your family?" Phil turned her head to look at him.
"If I give you an answer, will that effect how you feel?"
"Possibly. I don't know," she whined and held her head in her hands. "I blank this day for years, and then I have a breakdown which is weird."
"Actually that's rather human of you."
"Whatever," sighing she didn't move. "I should feel something though yes? But I just don't."
"Phil, I think you're in shock."
"I am not in shock."
"Well," The Doctor leant across the table and peered under her hands. She blinked and looked at him. "You look in a small sense of shock. Everything would point to shock, perhaps because you didn't properly grieve for your family you don't know what to feel?" Phil didn't have an answer which signalled to him that he had hit the nail on the head. "I do miss them." He answered eventually, "I have and probably will always miss my home and my family. There's nothing that can change that," he gave a shrug and leant back across the table and sat properly. "Drink up Phil! We have other places to go." He smiled, the thought of getting out of the city kicked her into gear. Phil picked up her cup and took to slowly drinking it. Unlike him, he was still trying to drink it all at once and yet again, got the result of a burnt tongue.
"I don't think your cousin would like that." Bending down to look at the drawing The Doctor shook his head. They weren't on Earth anymore, they weren't anywhere really. Floating in space often seemed the best way to calm Phil down. That or going to Besseme, he was rather sure though that visiting that planet would cause a certain creature to venture out.
"Can't believe he's scared of insects." Phil said while quickly scribbling on the paper and swinging her legs over the door frame. "I think though he had fun."
"You think?"
"...Yes?"
"See! You're not even sure!" Sitting down beside her he crossed his legs. "Drawn anything new? Love looking at art me!" Rubbing his hands together he gladly accepted the sketchbook when Phil handed it to him. She leant her head in her hands as he took to flicking through the pages, holding the book at arms length now and again he nodded. "Phil! You've done it again!"
"Hm?"
"You're drawing disturbing things again!"
"What have I drawn this time? Not more shadow lurking critters?"
Giving her a look he shook his head and turned the page to her. "You see, this here." Tapping on the paper he looked at her. Phil nodded slowly, "You know what it is?"
"A destroyed building?"
"Yes, brilliant observation there Phil, but it's not just any building."
"Ok." Rubbing her chin she looked at the stars and then at him. "Is it important?"
"U.N.I.T. it's one of their head quarters, one of many. This is bad, Phil." Scratching his head in thought he gave her the book back.
"But that doesn't mean U.N.I.T members have been all wiped out."
"Well from that drawing I can imagine a few good lot have been." Standing up he ran towards the console. "Get your legs in Phil! We have a visit to make!"
"Just my legs?"
"Well get your whole person inside! Honestly," he wagged at finger at her. "I don't really want to be chasing after you through space." Phil shut the door and tucked her book under her arm. Tottering up the stairs she stopped beside him.
"So where are we going?"
"We're going to that U.N.I.T head quarters."
"Why?"
"Well firstly to make sure it's still intact, secondly to personally warn everyone."
"Especially the people in charge."
"Yes! Brilliant Phil, especially the people in charge!" Tapping her on the nose he pushed a button which made the TARDIS rocket into life.
"It looks like a old peoples home."
"That's because it is an old peoples home," The Doctor confirmed. "Just...an old peoples home, minus the old people and plus the men and women with guns." He shuddered, "Gun totting, trigger happy humans."
"You alright?"
"Yeah, just guns. And..."
"Humans with guns?"
"Yeah, you lot are right trigger happy!" He said while glancing at her. Phil stuck her hands in her teal coloured jeans.
"So...how do we go about getting in there?"
"We get escorted in."
"Huh?" Phil said confused, her question got answered however when numerous people appeared aiming guns at them. Taking a hand out of her pocket she ran it down her face. "Are you friends with these lot?"
"We've had a hit and miss relationship."
"Now you tell me that?"
"Well Phil the details have never bothered you before." He smiled down at her, "I didn't think it'd matter."
"Hands up where we can see 'em!"
"Ok look, I am more than sure you lot know who I am. I'm like the one person you're all warned about, or get spoken to about. One of the things you should have got taught is that I don't like guns being pointed in my direction, or at my friend."
"Warned?"
"Shh," The Doctor waved a hand at Phil. "We come with a message. Or it could be seen as a warning, please take us to whoever is in charge." The Doctor smiled and grinned when the guns got lowered and heads nodded towards the building.
"Warned?" Phil whispered at him, he nodded seemingly happy with that. "Why would anyone warn someone about you?"
"I'm dangerous Phil, haven't you already been told that?" He said while looking at her, she frowned and nodded slowly. "See! There you go! Reason number one why to warn someone about me."