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Sarah's Mother Does Not Sleep
A Whoverse Mystery

It had been the third one this week as Phillip noted from the newspaperwithin the coffee shop where he usually stopped whenever he was in town. Another disappeared police officer in the line of duty as soon as they entered Apartment 12 in the St. Clair Complex to investigate a particular case of a child, who went on record to say that "Sarah's mom doesn't sleep, she stares at you." The eponymous child was nowhere to be found, all the police located was the hanging body of the mother, eyes wide open as they cut her down.

"Must've gotten bad enough if they're not handling it properly," he said under his breath as he waited for his Companion to arrive. Jane Foster was usually a coffee fiend and sent out her assistants to fetch the precious bean juice.

Normally, Phil would stay away from events like this, those were usually handled by the police, but when its' something this weird, this disturbing? Oh, he was in, this reeked of something he had knowledge of. As the impossible man waited, he wondered just what caused the disappearances.

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Really, moving back to the States (and Culver) hadn't changed much about life with Jane Foster. Darcy was still expected to get to the lab at a certain time, was expected to go for coffee runs, and could definitely count on Jane getting distracted by some amazing discovery (or Thor dragging her away at Darcy's request, which was really some A+ teamwork on their parts).

Darcy isn't on a coffee run. No, Thor's taking Jane out to dinner so Darcy suddenly has some free time open. And instead of spending it studying or going to the movies or doing some other normal college thing, she's meeting up with an alien and trying to solve a mystery.

"Y'know, most people go on coffee dates, or movie dates. Or bowling. Not meeting up to solve some big scary mystery," Darcy said as she approached, a cup of coffee in hand.

The lack of hello in that voice made the Phone Guy grin as he folded the newspaper, just in time it seemed, "Wasn't it you that you wanted to get entrenched in the Venusian court intrigue of year 3126, because you felt the princess needed help? Or was it me who tried to stop an execution and find evidence to exonerate Galileo Galilei from the heresy charges?"

Darcy Lewis was one of the stranger companions he'd ever had in his long, long life. She had a wit about her that helped the Gallifreyan communications officer now turned wanderer emphasize better with humans as a whole. More so when he knew what great things the once considered pests would accomplish.

"You would've have come if you weren't interested in the least bit, huh Darce?" he pointed out, "Who knows what's causing this? Might get Jane some much needed research grants."

Despite her eyerolling, it was all good-natured. Sure, Phil could be exasperating and life with him never seemed to slow down, but at the same time, it was fun and she felt safe around him. Even if they were neck deep in trouble.

Though she was hoping that this time they wouldn't be.

"Dude, they were keeping the princess locked away in her bedroom. She totally needed our help." Plus the idea of getting tangled up in the intrigue of a royal court had sounded too fun to pass up, not that she'd admit to that part. "Okay, I get your point, we're a better detective team than most people."

And she had to admit, she was definitely curious about all of this. She had been curious ever since she heard about it on the news, but this seemed more like a police work thing than an intrepid time travelers things. "Oh really? What, do you think some sort of weird astrophysics thing caused it?"

"Uh huh…and the outfit the Princess left you with that plunging neckline," Bless Venus fashion trends, they did wonders for Darcy's assets, "Were out of the goodness of her heart?" That and they happen to be quite the charmers.

He could only hope they wouldn't be at risk of being executed for this deceptively simple job.

"I won't know for sure but normal apartment has a suicide, there's a missing child and anyone who steps foot into the space disappears? Come on, there's gotta be some sorta interdimensional doohickey gone array!" Truly, Phil's a Time Lord, scientific language and all. "I'll probably sneak into the morgue later though. Sarah's mom probably had contact with the device before dying."

As he folded his newspaper, he added, "You're welcome to skip out on this one, Lewis; I betcha that cute boy from Sociology's got his eye on you."

"Oh, and here I thought that you sweet talked her into that one." Though, what with her being at school it didn't get much wear. It's hard to go to class in a gown that didn't really cover all that much. Not even in the 'I might distract my classmates' way, but in the 'it's really hard to pay attention when my boobs look this great' way.

Darcy laughed at his mastery of the English language. If there was one thing she could count on when it came to Phil, it was that he wouldn't technobabble at her like Jane did. "So you want to see where we go if we step in there?" She raised an eyebrow at him, "Am I going to need to bring some breadcrumbs?"

She snatched the newspaper out of his hands, "He might, but I don't have my eye on him. Do you think we'd be able to find a way back?"

Those boobs were a treasure if Phil were to admit it, and he thanked the Princess for that but he shook his head, "I had no hand in that, and how do you Americans say, I plead the fifth?"

He does recognize that Darcy's eyes were wanderers by default, so he shrugged, "Depends on how Ol' Redsie's doing. She can wait outside the apartment complex but it'll be really weird to have a red phone booth outside a residential area."

Redsie was Gray's TARDIS, a classic red phone booth that would be more at home in a picture book than the 2010's. "But breadcrumbs might be a good idea to check out. Maybe some rope to tie us back."

Purely unscientific but hey, them's the breaks and more so when it was this mysterious. "You stay in the TARDIS, I go in there."

"She must've liked you too, then," Darcy said with an impish grin. "And here I thought that whole threesome mention was a joke." She just resisted the urge to wink at that.

"Well, if anyone questions it, I'm sure she can use that chameleon circuit to convince them that she's some bizarre art project." She laughed slightly, "She'd make as much sense as the styrofoam Easter Island heads in the quad a few weeks ago."

Darcy was going to launch into a list of other things they could use to try to lead them back when he had to open his big mouth. "Uh, no. We're a team, we'll go in together. How else are you going to stay out of trouble?"

"I was wondering if there was some human art expressionism there and I was not disappointed with the answer," Phil shot back before he realized what Darcy just said.

"Yes, but you're the squishy human and I'm a Time Lord. If I get shot, I heal, if you get shot, I have to rush you to a hospital," he reminded her before looking at the ship, "Redsie, you have your orders...please don't let her out of the safety perimeter."

A pause, "And no letting her bribe you with that Netflix thing. I don't need to rewatch Murder She Wrote while we're out in space."

Redsie is disappointed.