The Doctor closed his eyes and sighed a heavy, heavy sigh. "Those clever, clever villains," he muttered before running his hand through his hair and slowly started to pace in a circle in the middle of the room. "I should have seen it. The clues were there, but I didn't see it."<br/><br/>"What's going on Doctor?" Rogan growled before raising his gun as a sudden tremor rippled through the room. Outside of the door they could hear the sound of foot steps marching towards them. Each step sounding wet and slippery as they slapped on the floor. "How did they know where the memoirs were? How did they get to them before us?"<br/><br/>"They didn't Rogan," the Doctor replied with another deep sigh. "They didn't know where the memoirs were and they didn't get to them before us."<br/><br/>"What do you mean Doctor?" Harme asked, dropping her hands from her face.<br/><br/>"What I mean is that they've pulled a trick on us. And it was staring us right in the face," the Doctor said before pointing to the fish tank. "Harme, where is your Sea Puppy?"<br/><br/>"I-I don't know, maybe moved him elsewhere?" Harme suggested. "Why does it matter Doctor?"<br/><br/>"It matters because we haven't seen any organic life on this ship. All we've seen is man made structures. No people, no animals and not even food or water. Which is especially odd because the Nightingale provides twenty four hours food service for all of it's staff. Those trays  in the cafeteria should have been full," the Doctor explained, beginning to pace again as he went through each detail. "Do you know why we haven't found any living matter? Because living matter is near impossible to suddenly replicate within seconds. It's like doing the scientific equivalent of writing with your opposite hand."<br/><br/>"In comparison, artificial materials like the ones that the S S Nightingale is made of are a little easier to replicate. Especially if you have a particularly good piece of technology or are a particularly powerful creature. If you've got the right know how then you can replicate anything so long as you have a model to base it off."<br/><br/>"So what are you saying Doctor?" Rogan asked, gun locked on the door. "Has someone... copied and built the inside of the S S Nightingale?"<br/><br/>"That's exactly what I'm saying Rogan. They had a lot of idea's of where Harme's memoirs could be and had the blue prints of the system, but they couldn't be sure where she had hid them," "And they couldn't risk sneaking in to one of the most secure ships in the universe. You can't check a patient out with triggering an alarm. Just imagine the security protecting vital information."<br/><br/>"So what they did was launch a simple attack in the form of a living laser. And then, they hijacked our teleporter and beamed us aboard this replica. And waited until we had gone to search for the memoirs so that they could watch us and find out exactly how to break into the S S Nightingale quickly and efficiently."<br/><br/>"But what about the people Doctor?" Harme asked, confused. "Where have they been taken?"<br/><br/>"They were never taken anywhere Harme. The enemy just took advantage of the replicators weakness of being unable to produce organic matter and made it look as if they had gotten rid of them," the Doctor explained. "And now...they're coming for us, because the replicator has let them know the job is done."<br/><br/>"What do you mean? How did it know the job had been completed?" Rogan asked with a growl.<br/><br/>"It knows everything Rogan. What do you think Robin was hearing?" The Doctor asked before looking up at the ceiling with a big frown on his face. "I had her scan constantly to keep track on the enemy. What I didn't realise was that the enemy was everywhere."<br/><br/>Harme let out a gasp and Rogan jumped back and pointed his gun at the ceiling and then the walls as realisation dawned on them both.<br/><br/>"The replicator is a living thing, an alien of gigantic size, and we're inside it," the Doctor spoke solemnly. "It's a living stage set."