Where has Phil been and what has happened to him

OOC : Well folks I'm back(don't all cheer at once). Applogies if This post contradicts anything that others have done.
 
Time : Just after the Dwarf crashed and before Tara comes into the lab
Where : Phil's Lab
Who : Phil and "The Others"
 
Phil was thrown across the lab just as the Dwarf crashed. His light bee was knocked off-line. At that moment, the lab choose to start flooding as well from a burt pipe. Saddam was laughing like mad(well he is) until he relalised that computers and H20(water) don't mix.
 
As the light bee was bobing about in the water, a glow started to appear around the bee. A voice could have been heard to say "We've found the git at last." "Buggure sir!" replied another disembodied voice"
 
"Eh. What was that Private?"
 
"Well sir he's name is Buggure, not Git!"
 
"Shut up and go and clean the latrines!"
 
With that a spectral hand(actualy it simply rather pale from not haveing seen much sun) grabbed the 'bee and is dissapeard.
 
 
** 300 years into the future ***
 
"So your're telling me that that (pointing at Phil's light bee) contains one of the most brilliant minds in all 6 universes?"
 
"Yes sir?"
 
"But what the smegg was it doing on a mining ship. A ship I must point out, which had only just a few hours ago crashed into a planet and was in danger of sinking."
 
"Not quite sure sir. Prehapes is was part of "HIS PLAN"
 
"Why did you just say that in capitals?"
 
"Well sir, he is revered in sevreral systems as a god..."
 
"Good point. On with the experiment..."
 
** 5 hours later **
 
"So, now you telling me that our attempt to create the ultimate geniticacly enhaced person, using the brain of one of the most brilliant men of any time(After Einstein, Hawkins and Quail of course - may their rest in quantum heaven) actualy not been a succes?"
 
"Not quite true sir."
 
"OH Yes I almost forgot. It only works on a Thursday. Why oh Why do I put up with you lot..."
 
"Becuase you hired us sir and noone else is willing to be treated like a peice of klag on the bum of life."
 
"Never mind. Just send him back."
 
"But sir, he's no longer a Hard-light hologram. We have no idea what the effects would be."
 
"I don't care just do it.Send the light bee back with. Someone else might need it"
 
And with that a comatose Phil was dumped back into the present, cluthcing his (ex) light bee.