Angela Whitney was breathing heavily, her gray eyes darting around, looking for the thing that was stalking her. This had been going on for hours now, and although she had managed to avoid capture so far, she was running out of places to hide. Currently, she was crouched between a tree and a rock, her back pressed up against a second tree. Hopefully the alcove was deep enough that she would be missed when it came passed... Granted, it would know she was there after the moment she saw it, but there was still time to run away.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard a twig snap and a muted sound like stone grating against itself, and then it was there in front of her. Eyes wide, she quickly ran off, never letting it out of her sight as she did, and scrambled up a tree. Climbing higher and higher, she finally perched on a branch that sagged slightly under her weight. She tensed as she felt warm air hitting her ear, definitely not wind, and a piece of paper dropped into her lap. Then there was a strange tugging sensation in her stomach, and she fell face-first into a pile of leaves. Grumbling, she tucked the piece of paper into her pocket and set the coordinates for her Vortex Manipulator to five minutes after she had left, then disappeared with a flash.

Landing on her feet this time (with a splitting headache, unfortunately) she looked at the paper again before starting off.

"'Tag, you're it.' Stupid, stupid, stupid," she was muttering. "Why did I agree to play tag with a Weeping Angel again?"

This is based off of a dream I had, and not to be taken seriously AT ALL. Although my dream was considerably darker, since I don't think my dream!Weeping Angel was nice and I didn't have a Vortex Manipulator...