When Amy woke in the morning, she was surprised to find a small boy staring up at her.

"Hello," she sat up.

"Are there angels in here?" he sniffed.

"Angels?"

"There are scary angels outside," he started to cry.

"Oh, don't worry," Amy smiled, "There's no scary angels in here. I'm Amy," she told him. "What's your name?"

"Thomas," he wiped his eyes.

"Well, Thomas," Amy stood up, "Why don't we go and find your mum?" Thomas nodded. He was a rather strange boy - tanned with fluffy chocolate-brown hair, but deep blue eyes that shimmered as he looked up at her with admiration.

They walked out into the courtyard, and Thomas stopped.

"What's wrong?" he was pointing at something that made Amy's blood run cold. In front of them was an angel statue, its eyes covered as if it was crying. Thomas hid behind Amy. She wished she had someone to hide behind. Like the Doctor.

She composed herself and took Thomas' hand.

"Don't worry," she told him, "It won't hurt you." If only it were true.

"Tom!" a voice called. "Tom!"

"Mummy!" he let go of Amy's hand and ran up to the woman, hugging her. "Mummy, this is Amy. She's nice." He dragged her over.

"Hi," Amy smiled. Thomas was suddenly distracted.

"Merly!" he yelled.

"Hey, Tom!" he laughed. Once Thomas was out of earshot, Amy decided to warn her.

"I don't suppose you know where I could find the King?"

"He's still asleep," she rolled her eyes. "Husbands, eh?"

"You're - you're the Queen!" Amy gasped.

"Call me Gwen."

"I don't suppose you've noticed these angel statues?" Gwen nodded.

"Aren't they hideous?" she grimaced.

"This is going to sound crazy and stupid and mad, but... they're alive."

"I beg your pardon?!"

"It's true. Look, if I was out here alone, and I was to turn my back for one second, or even just to blink - they move so fast, faster than you could ever imagine." Gwen looked over at one of the statues.

"What are you saying?"

"One touch," Amy warned, "One touch is all it takes. Just a fingertip, just for one second, and - it's over."

"You really believe this, don't you?" Gwen asked, as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"We've seen it, haven't we, Lady Amelia?" the two women turned round to see the Doctor smiling at them.

"Who's this?" asked Gwen.

"I'm the Doctor, very nice to meet you. And who might you be?"

"My name is Guinevere." At this, the Doctor fell to his knee. He didn't fancy getting into more trouble with the royals.

"Rise, physician," she laughed. "You needn't bow to me."

"How very modest of you," he complimented. "Although, I'm not the physician, I'm the Doctor. 'The Physician' doesn't sound nearly so spectacular." He paused for a moment. "Trust me - I'm the Physician. Rubbish!" at that point, Arthur emerged from the castle.

"Lady Amelia," he nodded, "Physician."

"Doctor," the Doctor growled. Gwen took Arthur aside on the matter of the angels.

"Amy, Amy, Amy!" Thomas came bounding over, Merlin following him.

"M'lady," Merlin bowed his head.

"Call me Amy."

"Hello there," the Doctor knelt down to Thomas' height, "I'm the Doctor."

"No you're not," Thomas glared at him. "You're not Gaius. Gaius is old and wrinkly."

"Thomas Uther Pendragon!" Merlin scolded. "Don't be so rude! I'm sure your mother has taught you to respect your elders!"

"Who is this Gaius?" the Doctor asked.

"He's the court physician," Merlin replied.

"I should meet him," the Doctor decided. "Watch the statues." This last remark confused Merlin. He turned to see the statue in question. Funny, he thought. He could have sworn it was crying.