The Doctor walked through the control room of the TARDIS as he pulled on his coat. He straightened his bowtie and sighed. "Sam, are you coming?"

"One moment, Doctor," came the woman's voice.

The Doctor sighed and turned. A loud beeping made him jump. A light was blinking furiously on the console.

"What was that?" Sam, a pretty girl of about twenty-five, hurried into the room.

"Just a random alert," the Doctor replied. He was restless to get going.

"'Should we be worried?" Sam asked. "What if someone's in trouble?"

"It's not a distress call," the doctor assured her. He hurried her out the door. "More like an alarm clock. Or a phone message. Probably recorded myself a reminder to do something."

"But this is more important."

The Doctor nodded, glad she hadn't made it a question. "I'll check it when we get back." He flipped a switch and the beeping noise stopped. The light, however, was still flashing.

It was broad daylight as they walked, but still the doctor was being paranoid. It really wasn't like him at all. Every noise seemed to make him uneasy. Every animal call made him turn his head. He cringed as he opened the cemetery gate.

Sam followed him, but stayed at a distance. It was obvious that the Doctor was still hurting, and needed time to grieve, but she wished he'd tell her the truth of what had happened. All she knew was that his friends the Williams – his last set of traveling companions – were gone.

"Beware the Weeping Angels" he had told her.

What did that even mean?

He had been distant since they'd met, but had seemed happy – at first – to bring her along on his travels. "A good distraction" he had called her. She got that he didn't want to be alone, but at times it felt like they were miles apart, strangers at opposite ends of a room and no matter how close she moved to him he moved away, like a bizarre game of cat and mouse.

Sam looked up to see the Doctor leaning over a headstone. It pained her to know how much he missed Amy and Rory. She wanted him to tell her stories, to keep his happy memories in the forefront and-

The sound of fluttering wings made her jump. Spinning, Sam looked up at the branches of the tree she'd been leaning against. The branches were filled with crows.

"Sam?"

"Birds in the tree, Doctor," she called.

"A murder of crows…" he reflected. "That's a bad sign. We should go."

"If you're sure, Doctor."

Suddenly his eyes got huge. "Sam don't move!"

"Why… What's wrong?"

He held out his hand. "Move slowly… come here."

"Doctor…?"

"Samantha! Take three steps forward and take my hand."

"What are you looking at?" Sam asked. "Cause it isn't me."

"Trust me, Sam."

Something was off and very wrong, but Sam couldn't pinpoint what. She had a creepy feeling that someone was watching her.

"Sam please!" He sounded desperate. "I can't… Not for much longer. I can't blink or else they'll take you."

"Take me? Who?" Sam whirled around and screamed.

There was a stone statue behind her- one had not been there before. It was an angel with a twisted face. Its fingers were twisted into claws.

"What is that thing?" Sam yelled.

Sweat was dripping down the Doctor's face and it was obvious he was straining not to blink his eyes. "A Weeping Angel," he said. "Don't stop looking at it. Don't blink. " He moved forward and clasped her shoulder. We're going to back up slowly.

"And then what?"

"Run."

"But what about you?"

The Doctor slowly took a step back. "Don't worry about me, I've got a score to settle. As long as I'm looking at it, it can't move. Run, Sam."

Sam turned and ran. She had no idea if the Doctor was behind her or not. She turned to look and saw him still standing in his spot. It was then she tripped over a gravestone and went sprawling.

"Damn it"

"Sam?"

"I can't get up… I think I sprained my ankle… Doctor no!"

The Doctor had turned to look at her, to see if she was alright. The Angel was gone.

"Where is it?"

"I don't know." The Doctor cried.

Sam and the Doctor were both looking around, frantic to find the creature. Then their air stilled and the breath was pulled out of Sam's lungs. Everything was spinning and she was falling.

The last thing she heard was the Doctor calling her name.