Hello There, It seems you have discovered my diary. Which is odd, as I keep it locked up most of the time.
Are you the Doctor? It would be good if you are, as I need your help.
The Weeping angels are back.
It's odd this time though. There's only one angel. And he's not made of stone. I think he's a boy. He looks just like you and me, except of course for the wings protruding from his back. I think he's a weeping angel, though. He's certainly an angel, he likes zapping me back in time, and I've walked in on him weeping.
Are there any other angels you fight? He acts oh so weird. He zaps me back in time, but then he brings me back. I never see him when he brings me back. He likes embarrassing me. Once he brought me to my high school graduation while I was in the shower. Not fun. I don't know his name. I might ask him. You said they don't talk, but I think this one might, he acts very different after all.
I guess I'll write this diary as a message to you, in case you one day find it, when I'm long gone, so you can fight the curious weeping angel.
His hair is kind of shaggy, that "I don't brush my hair and I have stubble because I ignore grooming but I still look good" kind of look. He's good looking, I guess. Probably has some sort of weeping angel girlfriend. He kind of looks like Javert from Les Mis, now that I think about it. I don't know. It's the closest comparison I can make. He wears a green coat all the time, over a black undershirt. Hopefully you can find him and stop him.
Toodles for now,
Sally Sparrow.
P.S. I've only seen his wings once. They aren't white like you might imagine angel wings to be. They're gold.