Andrew McAllistair was an ordinary seventeen years old boy. He lived on Russell Street with his family in a neat little house, from 15 minutes' walk from Trafalgar Square. His days went by in allotted order with a few changes; he woke up in the morning, had breakfast then took a metro to South Hampstead High School, learnt, wrote tests then went home and, wearily, to bed. His weekends were ordinary too, in similar ways as his weekdays, except school. In days like those, he lengthened his waking up until he could, left out his breakfast and if he could, watched his favourite series. Then he went to bed and waited his daily routine to continue itself from the beginning.

Only one thing made him differ from the big part of the world's population (except twelve million other humans) and it was that he lived in London. And often not that ordinary, as it were strange things happened in London.

The Friday of December 21 also started similarly, with the usual breakfast and going to school. Andrew and his friend, Dave Dankins decided that they walk home on the last school day, instead of jolting on a metro. Dave lived a couple of streets away from them but closer to school, so when they said goodbyes in front of Dave's house, Andrew was left alone. He started slowly towards their house when he tightened his scarf around his neck and thought about that the weather is really chilly now, however, there weren't any snow, as per usual. He sneaked from one little street to the other, watching the streamclouds which were coming from his mouth. He avoided the main roads. He liked the silence better.

He wasn't so far from his home, he was walking in an adjacent alleyway when he heard weird scratching noises behind him then a loud clicking's sound could be heard. He span around suddenly but he could only see a toppled trash bin in front of him, the alley was extinct. He snatched off his cap, puckering his forehead, digging into his hair and putting the headgear back again. He didn't know why but he often prodded his hair when he was nervous.

'Maybe it's only a stray dog,' he thought to himself then unhurriedly started to walk, humming the theme of his favourite series. He took only a couple of steps when there was a shout:

"Duck, kid!"

He didn't know where the voice came from but he obeyed and crouched down. And in this moment, something got ploughed above his head. A thing that he couldn't observe so much because someone dragged him away from where he'd been.

A man clutched his shoulder. It was cold but he wore a simple drab jacket which wasn't buttoned up. His white shirt could be seen and it was as if Andrew could see a suspender's bend on him. The man quickly span him behind himself. The boy looked at the other's face for a moment which seemed childishly young but very worried then Andrew could only see his back.

"Sorry if it hurt but run a little! Believe it, it makes good for you!"

"Still, who are you?" Andrew furrowed his brows.

"The Doctor! And now, run!" the other snapped at him.

"Doctor? Doctor Who?" Andrew's eyes suddenly rounded and he whispered incredulously. "Doctor Who…" He fainted.

"That isn't imp…" the man turned back then sighed. "And now this?"

Andrew slowly opened his eyes and started to regain consciousness. At first he felt that his head hurt, he probably hit it. He lifted his hand up, touching it. He's not bleeding, he found out. He took a big breath and he remembered what happened on the street. He sat up suddenly.

At first sight, he could have said that he was lying a huge room's cold steel floor but he knew in an instant that it is more than that. Behind his back, there was two white-painted doorwings, standing in a blue frame and one of them had an ancient-looking telephone on its top. There was a hat-rack next to the boy and opposite him, a little staircase led to a podium with fence around it. At its centre a hexagonal-shaped, divided formation was linked (by a pillar) with the ceiling in which some bubble-like orbs floated. The man from the alley leaned onto one of the counters while he observed his watch which was affixed to his left wrist. He noticed the conscious boy, walked down the stairs and sat onto the bottommost step and, opposite Andrew.

"Isn't there a problem with your blood pressure?" he asked.

"This is amazing!" broke out from the kid involuntarily. "Much cooler in reality!" He got up from the floor, dusted himself down, turned around then suddenly ran to his saviour (he saved him, Andrew was sure of it), took his hand and shook it firmly. "Thank you, Doctor! I don't know whether anyone thanked you but I do. In the name of the Earth as well. Wow, I never thought that I will be able to shake hands with the Doctor! They won't believe me this."

The Doctor stood up and pushed the boy gently away from him.

"Excuse me but you are incredibly weird. Didn't you hit your head much?"

"I've met you!" Andrew spluttered on. "The Doctor. The real one."

"Of course that you've met the real one." The Doctor fiddled with his fingers while he didn't really understand what was going on and it wasn't like him.

The boy didn't trouble himself but went on.

"Saviour of worlds, the Lonely Traveller who always needs a partner. It's mind-blowing!" He squeezed the Doctor's hand again. "I'm Andrew, by the way, Andrew McAllistair. Huge fan of yours. I would have so much questions… How is Susan? And Jenny? Why did you change the lock which had twenty-one keyholes? Do you know how will Captain Jack become the Face of Boe?" He suddenly fell silent. He looked at the Doctor and noticed his austere expression or rather, his more austere look. Andrew's gaze slipped lower, over the sharp chin, right until the Doctor's neck.

"Where is the bow tie?" he asked another question flabbergasted, the smile froze from his face.

"No more bow tie," the stranger mumbled, turning his back to his fan.

He walked onto the podium, snatched up a school bag from one of the seats and threw it to the boy. Andrew caught it, straining it.

"But… but…" he stammered.

"Here you go! You can leave!"

"But what happened?"

"Why do you care? You should be glad that you're alive! Go home to your loving parents and enjoy the holidays!"

Andrew didn't move.

"It was now, wasn't it? You lost Amy recently?"

"What? Why do you think that?" the Doctor clanged but Andrew saw that the got to the point.

Andrew took a step closer to the podium.

"That's why there isn't any bow ties, that's why the atmosphere here is gloomy. The place is almost pierced by the pain." He pointed at the man's arm. "I spotted when you played with your hand. The watch… isn't working. You're looking at it but it doesn't working. It doesn't want to move on, either."

"Watch?" yelled the Doctor. "Of course!"

He ran up on one of the stairs then he came back with a seemingly weird thing in his hand. The object was grey and it was built up by three identical, different sized, bent pieces which was cut in two ways and an internal orb which shone brightly. It rotated madly and screamed.

"The attack, the Pluvian chimera, the questions… all of this play is about this, isn't it? That's why you know that much about me and my…" he swallowed, "doings. You are the maker of the Eternety Clock. You came to check, eh? That I made a progress with it? But I don't handle it anymore. The universe's most enormous thing does not interest me," he told Andrew, angrily. "Take it, here! Give it to someone else!"

This time Andrew was who looked as if he would be at a loss. He recognised the Clock, he saw it before but it wasn't him who made it. He was just an average human, as he explained this.

"I certainly didn't make it. No, I just…"

But the Doctor already pushed the Clock towards him which started to emit a blinding light from itself in this moment. Andrew dropped his bag to catch the weird object and he felt its warmth. In the next minute, the light faded. The boy blinked and blew out the air which he didn't know he was holding.

"Why it became this cold?" he asked.

He noticed the Doctor's widened eyes and as he took the Clock from his hand, he realised the cause of the sudden cold. His clothes vanished without a trace except his underwear.

"Bad Clock, very bad Clock!" the Doctor murmured when he disappeared on the corridor on which he brought it. "Dress up!" he shouted back, his voice echoing. "Climb the other stairs then the TARDIS will take you to the changing room!"

Andrew followed the man's instruction and he soon got to the mentioned room. After a few picking, he found himself a pair of grey jeans, a light green T-shirt and a brown jacket. Between the vast amount of clothes and accessories, he saw a blue helmet which had darkened glass in front. He put it on and it fitted his head. He thought he tries out something.

When he got back to the console, the Doctor already waited him. As he appeared, the Doctor pointed at his head.

"What is that?" he inquired.

"Helmet. I'm wearing a helmet now. Helmets are cool!"

"No, they aren't." The Doctor's lips seemed to be one, sharp line.

Andrew took the helmet down, accompanied with a contrite expression and a powerless murmur.

"Sorry, it just wanted to be a joke! You know because you're always saying that. You say it with fezzes and Stetsons!"

"You're mistaken, I've never said anything like this! And if we are at this point, let me ask the question: where do you know me from?"

"Erm, may I?" Andrew opened his bag and pulled out his laptop.

Thank God that he took it with him in the morning to show something to Dave. He turned it on, typed in his password and opened the 'Videos' folder. The Doctor sidestepped and watched the screen above the boy's shoulder.

"What are these?" The Doctor puckered his forehead. "Records?"

"Episodes," Andrew replied. "Don't you know about this? You are the main character of a popular, British TV series on Earth. This is my favourite show, by the way. Thinking about it, you really resemble to Matt Smith a little."

"At best, he resembles to me," the Time Lord told him, scratching his chin.

"That 'cool' thing is also from this."

Andrew, to emphasise what he just said, he looked for the episode The Impossible Astronaut and pressed play. The Doctor listened to the intro and as his history's pieces were played by actors (almost with word for word sentences) with fascination until his character stated: 'Stetson. I'm wearing a Stetson now. Stetsons are cool.'

"Maybe, I did say that," he admitted. "Are you happy now?"

"So it wasn't fabricated by the script writers," Andrew added with a half-smile and stopped the player.

"I don't understand how can someone know this much about my life?"

He pulled out a little, cylinder-shaped thing from his jacket's pocket in which Andrew realised the sonic screwdriver. On the bronze body's end, there were little claws which straddled the green crystal in the centre. The Doctor snapped it out then turned it on. The tool's humming, screaming voice filled the room as its owner swung it in front of the laptop. As he finished, he lifted the sonic to his face.

"I get strange signals!" he said thoughtfully then turned to Andrew. "Tell me, Andy, who made this?"

"Andrew," the lad corrected him. "The BBC. As I know, they were who always made this."

"Hold on!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Andrew, put the helmet back again."

The boy dutifully closed the laptop, put it away and took on the helmet again.

"Formerly I was at a film studio in the seventies which was at the BBC's hand," the Time Lord explained. "I met there with a helmeted individual who really, really resembled to you, and if I'm right, then…" He turned the sonic on again and this time it was Andrew who he swung the sonic in front of. "Yes, just as I thought. You were that person, from about five minutes later."

"What will happen to me five minutes later?" The boy lost countenance.

"I'll send you back in time!" the Doctor pronounced with a triumphant smile. "Then again, there's a problem. I have to do this as not to recognise my own hand's work. Vortex Manipulator is out of the question, it can be tracked down, and moreover, I don't have any. I can't take you back with the TARDIS, I would cross my own timeline, so… I'll throw you out of the TARDIS."

"What?" Andrew was taken aback, his face went pale although the Doctor couldn't see that.

"You heard it right. If my idea's right, hope so, then I'll throw you out in the appropriate point of the Time Vortex, you'll take a quick voyage through the Nothing and end up in 1973, England. If I'm wrong…" He fell silent. "I'm not wrong. Are you ready? You can be my partner for one adventure," he added. "This is my every 'fan's dream. I think."

"A signature would be enough." The 'partner' swallowed. "I don't feel myself ready."

"Oh, you really don't." The Doctor started to fling the sonic again, now in front of the helmet. "In vain some Nothing-material sticks to you, it wouldn't be lucky if I'd open up the grid." He turned off the device. "Maybe your voice will sound different."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, you will be hooded so I can drag you back anytime. I make a telepathic transmitter from the helmet, just think strongly about your return!"

After this, he disappeared on one of the corridors again, to appear with an oval tool in his hand. He turned it in front of Andrew, then tossed it to him.

"A magnetic signal-printer. I found an alien tool in the building that, well…" He scratched his head. "I blew up. This thing will rebuild it so its makers won't notice its disappearance but it absorbs the signals and transmits to me. Maybe I can track it down. Place it on the device!"

Andrew nodded and put the signal-printer into his pocket.

The Doctor immediately appeared next to the console and flicked switches, pushed buttons and his hand rested on a handle.

"So, can we start?"

"I don't know…"

"Geronimo!" the Doctor whispered, pulled the handle and Andrew vanished.

Andrew felt hard, cold ground under himself. He was lying again but on his stomach. He felt as if he was paralysed, his limbs didn't reply to his brain's call. With long trying, he succeeded to pull his arms under himself and leaned on his forearm. He blinked confusedly.

He saw a pair of red-white trainers in front of him. As he pushed himself up further, he glimpsed the inherent but jarring blue suit trousers. Two arms gripped him under his armpits and pulled him up. The Doctor opposite him really was 'prior'. The blue suit and the brown knee-high travelling coat, plus the tie and the face gave it away: a former incarnation stood opposite him.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor! Glad to meet you!" started the other. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," Andrew replied.

"Great. Hm… strange voice, not human," the Doctor chewed upon it. "At least it isn't, at first! Maybe…" He also got out his sonic screwdriver then, as the other Doctor predicted, he examined the boy with it. "I don't know. Rare case," he grimaced. "Human or not human? Which of them are you? Will you survive if I take off the helmet? Should we give it a try?"

"Erm… Well…" Andrew didn't know how to answer.

"Irrelevant." The Doctor waved. "What's your name?"

"Talon," the boy lied the first name what came to his mind.

"Nice to meet you, Talon!" The Doctor started to grin. "I need your help. Will you help? Good, then go, please, to that door!" He intensely observed his screwdriver and nodded his head to the door's direction.

Andrew, as he walked to the door, observed the room where he'd been. Simple PVC floor, white-painted walls, blue window. Just enough light filled the small room. At one of the walls, there was a desk, filling cabinets next to it and a lamp atop it. Maybe an office, Andrew thought. There was another door, overleaf the desk. 'ARCHIVES', the label said.

Beyond the door, a boring corridor caught Andrew's gaze. Opposite him, a swelting plant waited to be watered. Though some windows he could look down to an enormous concrete backyard, the light poured onto a long, fluffy carpet.

"What can you see?" asked the Doctor. "Beyond the plant, of course. Poor thing, it would deserve some water."

"Not much," Andrew admitted as he tried to spy through the blurred glass. "What should I see?"

"Mostly nothing. I got one or more confusingly intricate signals from this place. Maybe one of them was you. Come on, show me!" He told this to his screwdriver which lay in his palm and the Doctor held it as some kind of compass.

The sonic peeped when the Doctor turned to the door's direction with it. The Time Lord looked up.

"Don't watch me but beyond the door!" he instructed the boy then started pacing in the room, round and round, maybe he succeeds to tune his gadget onto the signal again.

"Doctor," Andrew shuddered. "There's something here!"

On the corridor behind the door, Andrew saw a statue which wasn't there last time. At first sight, it was a woman's figure, its palm covered its face. Its wings made resemblance to the angels which were formed by the human imagination. He knew what it was: a Weeping Angel. Did the Doctor meet them already?

"What is it?"

"Well… a statue." Andrew drew the long-bow.

"Let me see!" the Doctor shouted and ran to the door. "Oh, what a nice statue! Watch it further, you rarely can see something this beautiful. Do not tear your gaze away from it, you can't blink, either!" He tinkered the door's lock with the sonic. 'So he knows them already,' the lad thought.

The Time Lord ran to and fro in the office for minutes and looked into the archives as well. His yell could be heard from the inside:

"Yes! This is it! It was nice, really nice! Dear Talon, stay there a bit more, I'll be there in an instant!"

However, a thing happened which the Doctor and Andrew didn't expect. The statue moved.

It slowly lowered its hand, its evil gaze and mouth could be seen which was opened to roar. It looked at the observing boy and, almost crawling, started to the direction of the door. Andrew stepped back, startled.

"Doctor!" he yelled. "It's moving!"

"I told you to watch it!"

"But I'm watching it!" Andrew shouted, his heart beat faster.

The Doctor arrived, running, his voyage coat floating behind him. He stopped in front of the door, slipping. He incredulously gazed at the Angel moving on the other side of the door.

"This is impossible! It can't dodge the quantum rights! Maybe the window is too blurred?" He pointed at the glass with the screwdriver at which the glass broke into pieces but the statue didn't freeze. "This is cheating!"

The Doctor dragged Andrew away from the door and they backed a couple of steps but did not try to run away. At least, the Doctor didn't. Andrew wanted to but the man didn't release his shoulder.

"Do you have any plans, Doctor?" The boy looked up to the Time Lord.

"No." His mouth drew into a reassuring, a little arrogant smile. "But don't worry, I always come out of this alive."

They waited until the Angel arrived to the door and rip it open. Dust fell from the walls. The Doctor baffled Andrew behind himself and sidled to the archives' door. Then, to Andrew's biggest stupor, he started to have a conversation with their attacker.

"You shouldn't be able to move," he said, accusingly. "How can you move, after all?" He turned to Andrew. "If I tell you, run to the archives' other end! If something is near at your hand, turn it over!"

"I vowed and the pond allowed me to." The Angel's voice was brazen and blunt like when a rock squeaks on a rock.

"What?" the Doctor turned back.

"They knew you come, Doctor! They watch and know you. And I waited for you. To hold you up. To stop you." It was thinking. "To make you an offer."

"What kind of offer?"

"Their heart would rejoice if you'd join. Theirs the creation and the death. In statu nascendi et in aeternum."

"It speaks Latin, Doctor?" Andrew asked.

"Not exactly." The Doctor raised his eyebrow. "My ship is able to translate alien languages but the language, in which it said those words, is so ancient that it would match one of the Latin's versions in human languages. It can't be shoved to be a spoken language."

"They would like you to be their slave. This kind of strong slave doesn't come to everyone," the statue continued on its harsh voice.

"Maybe they don't know me that much," the Doctor snorted. "I won't yield to anyone!"

"Then you will burn, Doctor! Flames will be your coffin, fire will be your vault!" The Angel got closer.

"Five hundred went to a flaming grave," the Time Lord said in a monotone voice.

"What?" The boy looked at him.

"Nevermind. Just a wisecrack." The Doctor jolted back. "Shame that only the two of us is here so what I said is not true."

"What?" Andrew repeated.

The Angel swung forward, the Doctor stepped back and pushed Andrew away.

"Now!" he shouted.

Andrew started to run as fast as he could. As he stepped across the archives' threshold, he saw how long the room really is. The filing cabinets made labyrinth. Andrew ran. His aim was to get to the wall at the back on the shortest way. He was surprised by the huge disarray, he thought that a studio's notes were stored in more of an order. Maybe the Doctor did this.

As he ran, he tried to fulfill the Doctor's demand, and if he saw a tinier cabinet which he could handle, he tried to turn it over. If he found something like this, he expanded to it and it landed on the floor with a loud bang. After knocking over some storeys, he got to the chosen wall. He turned, his eyes glued to the path he came on.

The Doctor followed him, falling astern on the same path which Andrew arrived on. His coat was raggedy in several places. He jumped over the tumbled cabinets with an acrobat's neatness and these times, his coat almost came to life behind him. He got to the wall with smashing speed, muffled the impact with his hands then turned breezily.

"So, are you okay?" He grinned. "High blood pressure, muscle weakness or shivering, cramp, breathing problems?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Andrew panted.

"Great! Then step away a little!" He got the screwdriver out from his coat pocket and turned in on. "I'll make a rear exit."

"But won't gain upon us? As I know, Weeping Angels are really fast."

"Oh, they are, extremely fast. Except this one. It somehow dodged the quantum rights. But this way, it lost the quantum rights' advantages. It's still deadly, though."

And as on cue, the Angel appeared opposite them and started towards them.

"By the way, what did you do for so much time, Doctor?" Andrew still inquired.

"I slowed it down," the asked person shrugged then continued his work. "It can be said, I laughed into the danger's face." He puckered up his lips. "Only, the danger doesn't have a sense of humour." And he set his rived coat. "But I loved it so much!"

The Doctor worked along and Andrew continued observing the Angel which came closer, malignly. It passed step by step in the filing cabinets' forest on its slow but threatening way, not paying attention to the tumbled cabinets.

Although Andrew didn't really consider himself to be particularly skittish, this was the third time during the day when his knees started to tremble and his ears throb. He felt his heart beating in his throat. But of course, this day wasn't that ordinary.

He glanced back. The Doctor still hummed in front of the wall, writing concentric circles with the screwdriver.

"Come on now, come on!" he said with gritted teeth.

The Angel was just a couple of steps away when the Doctor exclaimed:

"That's it! I'm done!"

He knocked on the wall with an elegant move, whereof on a large surface little cracks ran in every direction, crossing each other like a spider web's strings and the wall slumped. Through the gaping hole, they could look down at the corridor's dusty, debris-covered and fluffy carpet.

The Weeping Angel was only an arm's length away.

"Doctor," Andrew cawed. "We should run!"

"Then run!" The Doctor appeared on the corridor right away and started to run.

However, he stopped a couple of steps later. He couldn't hear the crumbling wall-pieces' sound under shoes. He turned. His new partner really didn't follow him. Then again, the Angel's voice clanged up.

"Doctor!" it called him on a gravy voice.

The Doctor slowly started back and his brain worked feverishly. The Angel probably caught Talon, he just couldn't decide what it did to him. It sent him back in time to live from the time energy or it took him as a hostage to be the bait for a bigger catch? He was determined that he doesn't accept the first version. His gaze went to and fro on the corridor then settled down on one point. The Doctor started to grin. Then, putting on the seriousness' mask, he walked to the hole, ready in his soul, if his first theory is the true one.

He was as luck as Talon was. As he adjudged, the boy wasn't harmed but he could have sworn that beyond the helmet's grid, he can have a scared expression on his face. However that face looks like.

The Angel locked one of its hands around Talon's throat and raised its other one high, ready to hit.

"Doctor!" the rock monster repeated. "I would be sorry for letting you pass! Your partner also, I feel it, bathed in the time energy. He would be a long-lasting energy supply. But he's nothing, compared to you! I already passedover my owners' offer, now I step forward with one. His life for yours!"

"There will be a problem with this! You know, I don't like, if someone threatens me. Less so, if someone threatens my partner." He furrowed his eyebrows, creases deepening on his forehead. "I would place the haggling onto different bases instead." He turned his back on his 'deal-partner' and walked out of its sight to return with a fire extinguisher. "Do you know what this is?"

The Angel kept quiet.

"This, please, an answer to the flaming grave that you offered. This isn't more than an extinguisher. The human's simple innovation, in case of fire. Nice, isn't it? So, now, the quantum rights regarding to you…"

"Enough from the quibbling, Doctor!" The statue wasn't interested in the fire extinguisher. "Say goodbye to your partner! What do you wish, on the right of the last word?" It looked at the Time Lord.

"One word?" The Doctor snorted. "I have to say goodbye in one word? And how? You know," his face lit up, "there's a brilliant word: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." He didn't finish yet but flung the extinguisher and swung it into the Angel's face.

The Angel reeled back and Andrew dove forward. The Doctor threw away the gear, pushed the boy onto his feet and dragged Andrew after him through the hole then all along the corridor. They ran into the staircase and climbed a storey of stairs. They ran on another corridor when Andrew could get over the fright and speak.

"Will it stop the Angel?" Andrew asked when he ran, panting.

"Not really but it hurt, that's for sure!"

"The Angels aren't invulnerable?"

"Quantum rights are tricky things. When I stayed with it, it tore up my coat," the Doctor explained then sighed. "Ah, if Janis would see what happened to it! So, I found crumbs stuck to the fabric. Rock crumbs. An Angel doesn't crumb. I presumed that I can injure or at least surprise it."

"You presumed?"

"It worked, didn't it? This way!" he instructed Andrew into a room.

The room was similar to the office where they met the Angel. It was totally empty except a strange object which reached up to the ceiling from the floor in one of the corners. It resembled to an hourglass, its surface was rugged and played in different colours.

The Doctor stopped in front of it and started to examine the gear.

"This was what enticed me here," he called back to Andrew. "The screwdriver identified it in the end but the Angel surprised me. How weird," he mused. "I parked here, rooms from this and I didn't even notice it. Brilliant camouflage-technology," he mused.

"And now?" Andrew inquired.

"I don't know what it transmits but if I could catch the signals in the Time Vortex, then it's in no way good! I turn it off!"

He searched for a point where sheathing cells touched and broke it open with the screwdriver. Dozens of crystal pipes could be seen between the two bent sheet-metals. The Doctor shook his head, disapprovingly.

"Hmm… It won't be easy," he chew upon it. "Maybe if… no, not good. Perhaps, if… what do you think? Nope, it isn't good, either." His words weren't addressed to his partner, he only murmured to himself, the screwdriver almost stifled his voice.

Then he suddenly exclaimed.

"This can't be true!"

"What's the problem, Doctor?" Andrew asked.

"I can't override it. So I'm not able to turn it off nor send the signal to another way. But it would be nice to track down where it came from!"

The signal-printer came to Andrew's mind. He quickly prodded his pocket to see whether he still has it.

"I can do one thing…" the Time Lord sighed. "I overload it!"

He started to hum with the screwdriver again, bending to the crystal pipes. Andrew stepped on one foot after the other at a loss, thinking about where to put the signal-printer. However, he didn't have time to render it because the Doctor finished the job. He turned to Andrew, clasped his shoulders and looked deeply into the helmet's darkened grid.

"Listen to me, Talon! I go for my ship and park here with it. I'll be quick but the Angel may arrive here by that time. Stay here, be brave and don't let it go near the machine! If it knows how to turn it off… if the Angel turns it off… the overloading sequence will break. You can't allow that, is that clear?"

"But what can I do?" Andrew was taken aback.

"Think of something!" And with that, the Doctor turned on his heels and ran away.

The seconds passed away with nerve-racking slowness since the Doctor went away. As the man stepped out of the door, Andrew placed the signal-printer onto the inside wall of one of the rived sheathing sheet. And waited. He waited the sound, known from the series, to bluster, signalling the TARDIS' landing. But the waited sound couldn't be heard.

However, the Weeping Angel appeared in the doorway. Its face fractured, its face was unrecognisable. Maybe because of the anger but it moved faster.

"Where is the Doctor?" it rattled.

Andrew backed to the alien device. The other Doctor promised that he watches the boy's thoughts, Andrew only needs to think about returning home. He closed his eyes. 'Back! Back! Back!' he repeated inside. He opened one eye but he was still in 1973, face to face with the Angel who came closer.

Maybe it made up its mind, if it can't catch the Doctor, it regale itself from his partner's time energy.

And to Andrew's biggest surprise, the whistling, screaming noise sounded. Not so far from him, just fitting, the blue police box emerged. Its door opened and the Doctor appeared. He threw a disk-like thing towards the Angel and it stuck to the Angel's rock-body. The Angel froze.

"Temporal time-cuff. It will keep the Angel for some time," the Doctor grinned, smugly. "Come, I'll take you home!" he waved towards the boy.

"Thanks but I have my own carriage," Andrew shuffled off the offered chance. "I hope."

As he said it, he vanished, accompanied by a bright flash.

The Doctor lifted his eyebrow.

"Fantastic!" He stepped into the TARDIS and closed the door. "I said this such a long time ago!"

The box's lamp started to blink then all of it disappeared. The energy slowly overloaded in the alien device then it gave the rein to the piled up tension in an explosion which took the Angel with it and tore it into pieces.

Andrew found himself in the TARDIS, face to face with the other Doctor. He stood in front of the computer while asserting searching parameters. A crate lay on one of the seats with cassettes and film reels in it.

"Well done, the signals already coming!" He looked at the boy. "You could take down the helmet. So, a couple of moments and…" In this exact moment, something loomed at the console's opposite side. First a siluette, than a body appeared from nothing. It was hugged by a strange shine. Andrew's eyes widened, the movement to take off this helmet stopped.

The appearing creature was taller than a human. Its scaly body was covered by a grey dress which stood from sheets. Its six long fingers grabbed at a cane, its other hand rested on its belt. Its face was covered by glass bell and on its foggy surface, the creature's eyes lit through with a violet glow. When it started to speak, its voice was like it would sound from under water.

"Nice try, Doctor!"

"Ah, a Nayad!" the Doctor whispered, walked down the stairs to stand opposite the creature. "It's nice that you popped in!"

"Don't waste your breath!" the Nayad said. "I just tell you that you can call us forth as the Pantheon of Discord."

"But here you are!"

"I'm a messenger. I bring you a warning. Don't stand in our way, anymore! In statu nascendi et in aeternum."

"You can't bear with yourselves again, can you?" the Doctor yelled at it, but the Nayad didn't listen, turning slowly. "You're planning another apocalypse? And for when?" In contempt of his every shouting, the alien vanished.

"What was this, Doctor?" Andrew drew in a breath.

"A Nayad. They live in another spectrum of reality. They try to destroy our reality's every habitant to seize the universe with their slaves. They already tried to do this at the time of the ancient Greeks, they named the Nayads. They dissipated with the nutation. Oh, and the year of 2186 will be hard… The Weeping Angel served them. The POND that it mentioned is the Nayads' local propaganda organisation."

"POND?"

"Promises of Nayad Domination. The transmitter in the studio planted their subconscious message into the series' episodes: 'Come, serve us! It will be really good for you. Be a happy servant, today!'"

"What's in the crate?" Andrew changed the topic.

"Copies of those episodes in which the message stayed, undeletably. What I couldn't bring with myself, I destroyed so there are some episodes you will never see. Goodbye, you can go!"

"Don't you try to stop them?"

"I told you, no more world saving! The universe needs to take care of itself. This was the last adventure but only because the Clock forced me to do it."

"And what about the Earth?" the boy asked as the Doctor baffled him towards the door.

He grabbed his bag and put it onto his back.

"There're Torchwood and Sarah Jane. And UNIT. They will save you."

"And if they can't handle something?"

"They will solve it."

The Doctor opened the door but Andrew recoiled at the threshold.

"Go! I homed in on a nice little cloud, I wouldn't like if they would snatch it away from me!"

"Two more questions and I go, okay?"

"Okay," the man huffed angrily.

"First: If you quit as saviour, what did you do in London?"

"Antony landed here and…" He shook his head. "Leave it, I was here. Second?"

"You really threw a stolen word from Mary Poppins with the extinguisher?"

"Stolen? She stole it from me when she plummeted down on the East Wind. And I stole it?" the Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Mary Poppins is an alien?"

"We made a deal. I answered, you can go!"

Andrew stepped out of the door but turned back.

"You won't quit from the profession," he stated.

"Really? Watch me!" The Doctor recoiled. "How do you know that?"

Andrew started to grin.

"The Christmas episode is coming."

The Doctor slapped the door angrily then vanished with the TARDIS. The cold went to Andrew's face but he started his way home, humming and he summarised inside: this was a strange day!

But wait! The story doesn't end here,

The Doctor will come back for him.

In the next adventure, one more will be the stake,

River will be back for her Sweetie.

So this goddess will be around,

And we will see some more Nayad.

Get ready, reader because new adventures await,

With the Doctor and his bluest blue TARDIS!