Chapter 2

The streets of Glasgow were, for once, mostly peaceful. It was late at night, so peace was to be expected. Only the occasional drunk or homeless person wandered around.
There was a man standing to the side of a street near the park, leaning against the wall, hands buried deep in his pockets in an attempt to ward off the cold. He watched the road, like he was waiting for someone. A horse and carriage rattled past. The man didn't stir.
After a few minutes the door to the bar across the road from him banged open. Light spilled onto the street and laughter echoed through the night, then a man stepped through and the door shut and everything was dark and silent again. The man that had been waiting pushed himself off from the wall and wandered over to the drunk man, gave him a few choice words, and the two wandered off down the road together.
The bar let out the last of its customers, and closed for the night. The evictees either passed out on the street where they stood, or found it in themselves to stagger on home, where a scolding would surely be waiting for them.
After that it was about an hour until that street saw any more movement. The man from before seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and left again. He didn't even seem to notice the men lying around. It was a sight he was used to.
A while longer, and there came a harsh, grating sound, echoing through the night, getting louder and rising in pitch as a blue police box forced itself into existence on the side of the road, opposite the pub.
The door opened, and a man stepped out. He wore a tweed jacket, jeans and a bowtie. His brown hair was messy, and his brow was furrowed. His brown eyes, usually swimming with intelligence, currently showed only confusion as he looked at a small device in his hands.
"Doctor? What's going on? Where are we?" the redheaded girl followed the man out of the box, her Scottish accent ringing out through the cold night.
"Yeah, sure, don't mind me and my questions." Another man sighed as he came out as well.
The woman finally pulled her eyes away from the Doctor and looked around.
"Out of all the places in the universe you could've taken us, you take us to a street in the middle of the night with loads of drunks?" she demanded.
The Doctor seemed to pull out of his reverie.
"Right! Amy, Rory, don't just stand there like idiots, as if you don't know where we are or why we're here, snap to it! Come on!"
"Um, Doctor?" Rory interrupted, "We don't know where we are or why we're here."
"Don't be ridiculous, Rory, I told you."
"No you didn't." Amy said pleasantly.
"Didn't I?"
"No."
"Rory, you're an idiot for not reminding me to tell you. You should listen to your wife more."
Amy rolled her eyes.
"So where are we?"
"Glasgow. I told you that already."
"When?"
"1888."
"I meant 'when did you tell us that?', but okay. Why are we here?"
"Ah ha! That is…Hold on, I told you that already as well."
Amy sighed and looked at the floor.
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
"Doctor, you either tell us why we're here or I'm gonna find a really big Dalek…" she tailed off, hoping to sound threatening.
"All right, all right. Honestly…" The Doctor shook his head in despair. "This thing," the waved the small device in his hand, "has picked up a large use of time travel…like the kind that doesn't need a TARDIS."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, Jack is an idiot." Clearly satisfied with his conclusion, the Doctor went to lock the door to the TARDIS.
Amy and Rory stared at him in shock.
"What?"
"I deactivated his time travelling watch thingy because it was so dangerous, and told him not to reactivate it. Either he's ignored me and reactivated it, there's another one just like it, or there's a Weeping Angel on the loose."
Amy and Rory's confusion was gone now. While they didn't quite have a clue what the Doctor was talking about with some guy called Jack and time travelling watch thingies, Weeping Angels were definitely a concept they could understand.
"Where?" Amy asked nervously, her eyes flicking from side to side.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out now." The Doctor looked around properly for the first time. "Urgh. First, let's move the TARDIS a couple of blocks away."
He was about to open the time machine when a high pitched screaming tore open the night, making everyone jump.
"That's our cue!" the Doctor yelled, running in the direction of the screaming. Amy and Rory followed him quickly. He was probably gonna get them in so much trouble it didn't bear thinking about.
They came to a dark alleyway, and were barely able to see the two men down there. One was tall, and with his black clothes, almost completely indistinguishable from the shadows. He was standing in the middle of the alley, laughing. The other was shorter, and blond, wearing the brown robes customary of a friar. He was leaning against the wall, shaking and panting.
The man dressed in black noticed them, and immediately his laughter stopped and he had a crossbow out and pointed at them.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Relax. We were just in the area. Heard the screaming." The Doctor smiled brightly as he bounded over to them, clearly unphased by the clear threat the man was sending their way.
Seeming satisfied, though still a little wary, the man lowered his crossbow.
"Sorry about that, Carl here caught sight of his shadow."
The Doctor snorted in laughter.
"Well, it happens to all of us." He smiled warmly. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. Here to help." He held out a hand to the man with the crossbow.
"Gabriel." The man replied, shifting his crossbow to his shoulder so he could shake the Doctor's hand. "Gabriel Van Helsing."