Haleigh Malloy May 27th 2013
"The Time of Angels"
The shrill klaxon of your manipulator's automatic alarm alerts you to your enemy's position. You creep from behind the rubbish bin that had shielded you from the last battle of a great war. You hear the crunch of twigs from somewhere close by and instinctively type those o so familiar co-ordinates into your manipulator and disappear into the time vortex with a hazy flourish. Barely a pico-second later a harsh gray statue appears as if by magic exactly where you had previously been standing. A daunting monolith in the destroyed city. You are Earth's last stand. The Doctor is nowhere to be found and it is quickly becoming the time of angels.