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A fog of delicate silence had settled on the pine forest. Only a soft lullaby of a songbird was to be heard in the eerie forest as the sun dipped slowly toward the horizon. The treetops stretched toward the setting sun, lifting their branches high into the sky. Every beautiful aspect of the misty forest was suddenly disturbed by a flashing of a strange object. It was labeled 'Police Box', and indeed, it looked exactly like one. However, it had seemingly appeared out of absolutely nowhere and was emanating an odd noise. The pine forest went back to its ways as the 'Police Box' stopped its flashing in and out of nothingness. Out of the strange object stepped an equally strange man. "Come on out, Emma, Myra." The man signaled for the two girls to exit the box with a wave of his hand and his British accent. Myra's straight, strawberry blonde hair sat upon her shoulders as she, ever so cautiously, stepped into the grassy and pine-covered floor of the forest. Following her was the curly-haired brunette, Emma. Her striking golden eyes glowed with worry. "I hope we get there soon enough!" She fretted. The man put a hand on each girl's shoulder. "Amy will be fine." He reassured them. "Thanks, Doctor." Myra prayed he was right. Amy meant so much to Rory and the Doctor, and failing to find her would put both in agonizing grief, as if the Doctor hadn't already had enough of that. One last man stepped out of the box, flailing his arms as he took a misjudged step off the tiny hill that the machine was parked on. He caught his balance as the Doctor gave him an arm to grab hold of. "Careful, Rory." The Doctor cautioned. Rory gave a heavy sigh. "Thanks..." He mumbled under his breath, his eyes dim and voice bitter. The Doctor took a look around, and as his gaze shifted it took an abrupt stop when it reached the sun, which was advancing further and further toward the horizon line. "By the looks of it, we won't have much time before night." He pointed out. Rory snorted. "Are you afraid of the dark, Doctor?" The Doctor's lips curled in a thoughtful smirk. "Quite the opposite, Rory." Taking another quick glance around he took a few gentle steps forward, looking back at his companions, whom were just looking at him expectantly. "Come along now." The three followed as The Doctor resumed his quick steps. It had been hours until Myra, whom was walking respectfully beside Emma, both in front of the lagging Rory, finally spoke up. "Doctor?" She asked meekly. "Yes, Myra?" He replied plainly, his thoughts elsewhere. "Why does that statue look like it's staring at me?" Her voice was barely audible, only a touch louder than a whisper. The Doctor jerked his head to look behind him. "A... statue?!" There was an unexplained mixture of horror and hatred in his voice. Thinking the feelings were directed toward her, Myra shrunk back. "Y-yeah... it's..." Slowly and carefully, she looked to her left. Her frown deepened into an expression of terror. The Doctor stomped over to her and stared blankly to Myra's left. He finally caught sight of a stone angel statue, shining silver in the bright moonlight.