They ended up in the cemetery. Rose had taken The Doctor around the Universe in her own TARDIS, which she hadn't used since John died. They didn't go other planets or galaxies, just London but throughout different Timelines. She didn't care about crossing her own, and he didn't have a timeline to cross there, except for the three times that he had set foot on that Universe. They stood in the shadows the day that Rose was stuck in the parallel world the first time. Stayed back when she said goodbye to the Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay. Rose had to keep him from running and stopping himself from leaving her behind with John. ("I was happy, Doctor." she reminded him.)

But eventually their twelve hours were coming to an end and it was time for the Doctor to return his TARDIS to his own world. Rose wondered if he would ask her to join him. She would, in a heartbeat. She would take her TARDIS into space and allow her to just drift, exploring the Universe herself until someone that she deemed acceptable found her and explored in her. If only he would just ask.

At the same time, the Doctor contemplated asking her. She had her life here, but she was as alone as he was. Would she feel threatened by River, would River be threatened by her? Would River try to shoot Rose, or him...again? The thoughts distracted him while they walked that he almost didn't notice that the statue was just a half and inch closer.

Instinctively he grabbed Rose and pulled her behind him, instantly alert. Raw emotion flooded off of him in waves. Rose was drowning in his emotions, which he had hid from her before.

"Doctor..."

"Don't move Rose." muttered the Oncoming Storm.

Not again, this wouldn't happen again. The Angels wouldn't take another one of his companions.

"Doctor what is going on?" she asked, peeking out from behind him.

"Weeping Angels. They are old beings. Assassins. The kindest" he said the word sarcastically, "Assassins you will ever find. They send you back in time, and feed off the energy. They have one weakness, a quantum lock. If they are being looked at directly, they can't move. But don't look into their eyes!" Rose averted her gaze to the being's elbow. "You can blink, Rose, I'm watching it. They were what took Rory and Amy."

"But why are they called Weeping Angels?"

"They hide their faces. If two Angels stare at each other they are locked forever."

"Alright..." Rose said, unfazed.

She astounded him. Anyone else would have been terrified at this point but not Rose, never Rose. She had faced the Dalek emperor, and destroyed him. She was the Bad Wolf. His hearts swelled in pride for Rose Tyler. "Started as a shoppe girl and is now the Big Bad Wolf."

"Didn't have A-Levels and I helped build a Dimension Cannon."

"Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth."

"You can blink if you need to, I'm watching it."

He blinked then went back to staring also, unsure of what to do.

"Rose, stand facing my back and take my hand, I'm going to walk backwards with my eyes on this Angel while you lead. When I need to blink, we'll switch places."

She complied, marveling at how their hands fit together perfectly, after all this time. She walked, watching where she was going, watching for more Angels. They got halfway out of the cemetery when he needed to blink. Switching places was easy, timed without talking. She felt him leading her, then she stumbled over a grave.

Her hand disappeared from his and his hearts stopped. He whipped around and saw the smiling Angel, hand outstretched pointing to where she had just been. Not again, not in a cemetery, why always in a cemetery!?

"NO!" he shouted, "NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!" it took all his strength to keep his composer.

Why had he returned? Why did he try to find her? Why couldn't he leave well enough alone? Why couldn't he allow people to live their lives in peace? He had to go and muddle it all up, he had to be selfish. His eyes watered, but he refused to close them, still walking backwards, he sobbed silently, tears flooding down his face, shoulders shaking. They were all gone, and there was no way of getting them back. He couldn't fly her TARDIS, he couldn't even get in without the key. She would be mourning her, she wouldn't want to fly. His own TARDIS, she wouldn't have enough power to make two trips in this Universe. He would have to refuel her completely in Cardiff before even trying to get there again. He didn't even know where she was.

"Where did you take her?" he asked the silent statue. "WHERE IS SHE!?"

He blinked, and saw that the Angel was closer and smirking wider now.