The Doctor stood still, trying not to display his fear at what Percy had just revealed. The pain at the loss of his most recent companions came back with a burning that hit both of his hearts.
"You were dreaming about Weeping Angels." The Doctor stated, his sadness and weariness seeping into his voice.
"Weeping what?" Annabeth wasn't exactly sure of this man's sanity one way or the other, but this was ridiculous.
"Aliens made of stone that take the form of statues, usually angels. They only move when you're not looking, and will either transport you through time feeding off of the energy of the life you would have lived. Or..."
"Or what?" Percy did not like the description of these angels at all.
"They kill you immediately."
Alex leaned back against the wall, he'd prepared for a lot. Aliens weren't on the list. He glanced at his sword, maybe it would work on these "Weeping Angels" as they seemed to be named. He figured he'd faced the worst that could be thrown at him any way. His mind slipped away to memories, to her. He snapped back to the conversation at hand, something about images of angels becoming angels. These monsters sounded just dandy.
Percy closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, he'd had bad dreams, but this one had to have been in the top ten worse. It had led directly to the reveal of indestructible and unstoppable monsters that were bent on absorbing the potential something or other. He couldn't figure out half of what the Doctor was saying, but it didn't matter. He already had a new great prophecy to worry about, and now... Could oracles even predict alien invasions? His whole world was falling apart. He just hoped he and his friends would make it out alive.