Sydney, Australia, 1940
Sydney was already prepared for the war, but Clair Smith wished it had never happened. Her husband had been killed fighting, and she hoped no one else she knew would suffer such a loss; she would never wish the death of a loved one on her worst enemy.
As she walked out of her Parramatta terrace house to head to the local corner store, she spotted an angel statue, the same one she had seen many times before. This time was different, however. The statue seemed to be following her. Every time she looked back, it was suddenly behind her.
At first she shrugged it off, thinking she was growing paranoid because of the war. But on her way home, she began to feel frightened. The statue was following her again, and this time it looked angry. Clair ran the rest of the way home, locking the door behind her.
She never noticed a blue police box sitting across the street...
She locked the door behind her, dropping her groceries on the floor, and ran into the bathroom. She started washing her face, thinking that she might have just suffering from heat stroke.
The next day, Clair had to go out again, and once again the statue followed her. She tried to ignore it, but it seemed to be getting closer.
At least it hadn't followed her into her home.
Now she really was becoming paranoid; she needed to talk to someone. So she called the doctor's office, but wasn't expecting the kind of response she received.
'Hello, this is the Doctor.' said the distinctly English voice on the other end.
'Who are you?' asked Clair. 'You're not Doctor Frost.'
'Doctor Frost is away sick. I'm his replacement, Doctor Smith.'
'Well, Doctor Smith, I think I'm going insane.'
'And why do you think that?'
'Because I keep seeing an angel statue everywhere I go.'
Inside the TARDIS, Amy Pond shivered slightly. She knew that was no statue following Clair Smith around. The Doctor went silent for a few moments. 'Will you hold on a few moments? I'll be right with you.'
The Doctor darted out through the TARDIS doors; Amy and Rory followed after him. They ran across the street to Clair's front door, running right past the Angel. Using his screwdriver, the Doctor opened the door and walked right in, startling Clair, who was still standing by the phone.
'Who are you?' she demanded.
'I'm Doctor Smith, and these are my assistants Amy and Rory.' he showed her his psychic paper.
'All I can on that thing is wavy lines.' she said.
'Damn, it's broken again. Anyway, I'm here to talk about that Angel. Did it look damaged at all?'
'I don't know, I tried not to pay attention to it.'
'Not paying attention to a Weeping Angel is the worst thing you can do.'
'What do you mean? It's just a silly statue.'
'That statue' said Amy, 'is the most dangerous thing I have ever seen.'
'What are you all talking about? Get out of my...' Her sentence was cut off by a scream.
The Angel had smashed it ways through her front door and grabbed Rory by the collar of his jacket.
'Okay, Rory,' said the Doctor. 'Carefully slide out of your jacket. Don't worry, I won't take my eyes of the Angel.' As Rory slid out of his jacket and crossed to the other side of the room; the Doctor didn't take his eyes of it for a second. He scanned it with his screwdriver, while Clair looked on in both horror and confusion.
'That...statue...it tried to...kill him.' she said.
'It's not a statue, it's an alien.' mumbled the Doctor. 'A dying alien, at that. Why are you dying? Tell me why.'
The Angel said nothing, but its face did crack.
'Doctor, what's wrong with it?' asked Amy.
'I don't know.'
'Well can't we put it down or something?' asked Rory.
The Doctor screamed at Rory, albeit internally. He was too busy trying to stop the Angel from feeding off them to physically turn around at berate Rory.
The Angel's face cracked again. It was ready to die.
'You're starving, aren't you? You haven't been feeding, so now you're starving.'
There was another loud bang; a widow exploded inwards. Amy spun around and caught another Angel trying to get in the back window. It's face was missing...