He found her standing on the patio, staring into the shadows at the back of the garden.
"Amy?" When she failed to turn and look at him, he repeated, "Amy?"
"Don't. Blink," she ordered.
"What?"
Without turning her head, she raised her arm, pointing into the bushes. There, partially concealed in the foliage, he saw it.
A Weeping Angel.
Every muscle tensed. His heart raced. Fight-or-flight gripped him in an instant.
And then he started to laugh.
"What the hell is so funny about an Angel?" Amy asked, without taking her eyes off it.
Still laughing, he turned to look at her. "Amy... What date is it?"
She stared, unblinking. "April the first. Why?"
"Because... and don't hit me... " he began, taking a step away from her just to be sure, "That angel... is wearing a bow-tie."
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A/N: RedCloakedMaiden suggested this last week and the muses finally decided to agree. Companion to Chapter 13 of my Night Shift story.