Ok! Finally i manage to kick myself up the butt to write this. It's so near the end, i've not got an excuse as to why i just stopped writing it. I'm lazy, i think that's enough.

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"You know coming here seemed like such a brilliant idea at first."

"When did you realize it was a rubbish plan?"

"Right about now."

"So not until we're held at gun point?"

"Well I sort of figured it was a bad idea when we were running down the corridor back there. Then even more so when you tripped over your own feet."

"It's the shoes."

"They're very nice shoes."

"Thanks."

"I like mine better."

"Yours are very shiny."

"I know aren't they?"

"Will you two shut up?" A angry Trion guard yelled. Phil and The Doctor looked at each other and then at him.

"Blimey calm down man. Can't two friends converse in peace?"

"You're in prison. There is no such luxury as peace."

"Well then I'll create a prison when I'm out of here and it'll be the coolest most peaceful prison ever! You'll be jealous of it and wish your prisons were like mine." The Doctor said excitedly while giving the guard a swift nod.

"...You don't seem the architecture type Doctor."

"I can be anything if I put my mind to it." He rubbed his hands together, Phil put her hands in her pinafore dress pockets and rocked on her heels. "This is boring isn't it?"

"Yup."

"Why did we come here for again?"

"To stop the possible destruction of the world by going straight to the source. The source being the Trions." Phil's eyes followed the guard who was pacing outside their clear cell. The cell the two of them were standing in was strange. It was just like a giant plastic box, apart from when Phil had hit it – not one of her wisest moves because it hurt – no sound resounded from it.

The guard rolled his eyes and looked at her. "We're doing you a favour."

"Are you environmentalists with a problem?" Phil raised an eyebrow. "You know...by destroying the world you can watch it regrow and start anew. Then once it's like how you want it you move on in?"

"Oh that's very good, no really. That's a good point you have there Phil."

"Thanks!" She grinned and tapped her foot on the floor. "If we're going to be here a while can we at least have seats?"

Hours past and from standing in the middle of the plastic cell to pacing, Phil had ended up leaning against one of the walls. Yawning and rubbing her eyes she stretched her arms. "Am I going to be the only human still alive?"

"That's dramatic." The Doctor turned on his heels and walked briskly over to crouch in front of her. "The last human. Or...the last thing which is 95% human." He shook his head and shifted to sit next to her. "Why did you ask that?"

"We've been in here for hours Doctor. Don'tcha think the Earth is destroyed by now?"

"You need to have more faith in the military services you have. Humans aren't just going to roll over and give up. You're all very good at fighting." He paused. "So no, you're not going to be the only human. Sorry."

"Oh no no! Don't worry about it, the thought of being the last of something saddens me...I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry Doctor...idiot," she muttered the last word and hit herself on the forehead. "Ow." Rubbing her now aching head she looked up at him. He shook his head and reached up to pat her head.

"I know what you mean Phil. You're feeling a little helpless cooped up in here and you don't feel like there's anything you can do, am I right?" Phil nodded yes. "We'll get out of here. You see, once the initial invade tactic has failed whoever is in charge will have no choice but to come to talk to us."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, U.N.I.T is the first line of defence. We are like the first first line of defence."

"Our occupation is so cool."

"I agree completely, it's only not cool when it winds us up in situations such as these." Doctor sighed and crossed his arms. There wasn't any visible door so he couldn't use the screwdriver to unlock it and get out. Not that he could use the screwdriver anyway. No sooner did the two get captured did everything they own get taken away.

"I'm tired, can I go to sleep? Or if I go to sleep will something happen?"

"What do you expect to happen? We're in a plastic box."

"...I don't know."

"Go to sleep Phil, you're not making much sense." The Doctor looked at her, she shrugged and leaned against his shoulder and shut her eyes.