Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Eva and Bicky are mine, though. Lucky, lucky me.
Oh, God. "Bicky." Eva sighed. "What have you done?"
"What? I haven't done anything! Just a few pranks, I swear!" Bicky defended herself.
If Bicky had looked at Eva, she would have seen the completely unamused expression on her stone face. As it was, she just gazed up at the sky and whistled innocently. Eva was not convinced.
It was time, the Weeping Angel decided, to leave New York. She turned away and began to walk. She liked to take the long way around sometimes. "Come, Bicky."
"Heel, sit, roll over."
"Bicky."
"Coming, Sis," Bicky said quickly.