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Chapter Three: Prisoner Zero

Rory was thoroughly confused. "What's he on about?"

"Nurse boy, give me your phone."

"How can he be real? He was never real." Rory said.

"Phone. Now. Give me."

"He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him." He continued gave away his phone.

The Doctor flicks through the images on the iPhone.

"These photos, they're are all coma patients?"

"Yeah."

"No, they're all the multiform. Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero."

"He had a dog, though. There's a dog in a coma?"

"Well, the coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop! Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good-looking one."

"Thanks." Rory scoffed.

"Jeff."

"Oh, thanks."

Emily looked at him sympathetically.

"Don't worry Rory. You're pretty too." She grinned. The Doctor continued obliviously.

"He had a laptop in his bag. A laptop. Big bag, big laptop. I need Jeff's laptop. Emily, with me. You two, get to the hospital. Get everyone out of that ward. Clear the whole floor. Phone me when you're done."

Amy dragged Rory away.

"Your car. Come on."

"But how can he be here? How can the Doctor be here?"

Amy and Rory get into a proper Mini, and make their way to the hospital. Meanwhile, Emily and the Doctor start on their way to Mrs Angelo's.

"So, why do we need Jeff's laptop? What are we going to do?"

The Doctor grinned at her.

"Something smart."

[Jeff's bedroom]

Jeff is lounging on his bed, using his laptop when the Doctor and Emily burst in.

"Hello. Laptop. Give me." He demanded.

Jeff panicked as the Doctor tried to snatch his laptop away.

"No, no, no, no, wait."

"It's fine. Give it here."

"Hang on!"

"Jeff, just let him have the laptop." Emily sighed.

The Doctor takes the laptop and sees what Jeff was browsing, making him do a double take.

"Blimey. Get a girlfriend, Jeff."

He looked hopefully towards Emily, who was gazing over the Doctor's shoulder in attempt to see what he was doing.

"Nope." She said without even looking backwards.

Mrs Angelo enters.

"Gran."

"What are you doing?" She asked the Doctor.

"The sun's gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there's going to be a big old video conference call." He replied. "All the experts in the world panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre, Patrick Moore."

Mrs Angleo smiled shyly. "I like Patrick Moore."

"I'll get you his number. But watch him, he's a devil."