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"Can't we get help?"

"Who would help Earth?"

"Apart from you?"

"Yes."

"...I don't know." Phil said honestly.

"This isn't like The Darkness problem Phil. Sure those lunatics wanted to bring someone who I guess you lot would call Satan, into the world and try and destroy it. The Trions actually want to take over your planet." The Doctor paused and looked at her, the two were sitting on the stairs looking towards the door. "Most things out there want Earth to be theirs, or they want to destroy it. No one will come to help you."

"Except you."

"Except me."

"That's a lot of pressure, how can you cope with that?"

"I don't mind it at all! You lot are brilliant, you don't deserve to be enslaved." The Doctor nodded simply, Phil frowned, nothing about enslaving had come up in their conversation so far. "Nor do you deserve to be completely wiped out." He gave a sigh, "You are all such trouble!"

"You love us!"

"Indeed," The Doctor nodded and crossed his arms. "Maybe we should not be so easy to capture."

"What are you suggesting Doctor?"

"...Well," he said thoughtfully while putting a hand to his chin in thought. "I am not usually one for being easy to capture. Easy is boring! Why would we want to just get hand cuffed and taken in? Why not go down being a slippery little weasel?"

"You have a point there." Phil nodded agreeing. "It seems well boring to just get hand cuffed and escorted to a cell."

"Want to bugger up one of their ships?"

"Yeah, that sounds like loads of fun actually Doctor." Phil nodded and smiled, The Doctor grinned and jumped up and walked over to the console. The two had peered out of the door a few minutes ago and seen the huge alien ships which were hovering over head. "Can you lock onto one of their coordinates?"

"Of course I can! What have I told you about the TARDIS?"

"She's able to travel anywhere."

"Exactamundo Phil! Hold on to something, this could be slightly bumpy."

"More so?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to go crashing through the ship."

"That'll destroy it correct?"

"Yup!"

"But...won't people get hurt in the process?"

"Phil I am one for avoiding contact, but I have absolute confidence that the Trions will evacuate. London is deadlocked, people will have been escorted to safe places."

"You know this for sure?"

"Of course I do! I'm the one who helped U.N.I.T come up with emergency protocols! Don't worry Phil, we shall destroy one of their ships, no one will get hurt. We'll land, get arrested and pick them apart from within."

"Sounds...pretty good as far as plans go. It's shocking you've even got a plan."

"Oh shush," The Doctor stuck his tongue out at her before pulling a lever and jumping slightly from the recoil of the TARDIS kicking into life.

"It's cold," peering out of the door Phil couldn't help but state the obvious. The Doctor was standing behind her peering over her shoulder. The TARDIS had crashed "accidentally" through one of the Trion ships and then locked onto another and materialized within it.

"Doctor what do we do?"

"Explore, exploring sounds like fun. Never know what we shall come across."

"How about angry people with guns?"

"Oh well."

"But you don't like angry people with guns."

"Actually," The Doctor said in a matter of fact tone while nudging Phil out of the door. His eyes skimmed quickly over the TARDIS interior like it was the last time he'd see it before shutting and locking the door.

Phil had noticed this but didn't comment, "I dislike humans and guns, angry humans and guns is twice as bad."

"So these guys will be fine?"

"Yeah."

"That's some strange logic."

"You see Phil, I'm rather used to having numerous aliens pointing guns at me." He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look. "As shocking as this sounds, it's not often that I get a human pointing a gun at me. It's not an experience which I get live through very often."

"Bet you're grateful of that."

"Oh yes, I dearly hope that the other creatures of the universe would follow suit." The Doctor said rather dryly while looking to his left and then to the right. "Which way?"

"Left."

"Good choice." He smiled and rubbed his hands together, gesturing a hand at her Phil didn't need him to say anything. She just turned on her heels and took to walking down the cold corridor.