All eyes were now on the Doctor. "Well, come on, we don't have all night," Dean said, somewhat forcefully, "What the Hell are you talking about?"
"This necklace isn't from this time," The Doctor said, holding the peace symbol necklace up for all to see, "It's from the 1960's."
"It's an old house," Jenny said, "Someone could've dropped it here an long time ago."
"Good guess, but look at it," The Doctor, holding it up even higher, "It's clean-well, somewhat clean, and shinny and new, not like it's been here for years, in fact a couple days at the most."
They were beginning to see what the Doctor was getting at. "So you think that a Weeping Angel brought someone here from the 1960's and they dropped the necklace?" Clara asked.
"Exactly," The Doctor said, "Five points to the reddish dress."
"Yeah, so?" Dean responded, "The Weeping Angel stanched someone from that time and brought them here. It's what they do. You just got done explaining that, repeatedly."
"I said they take people from their time and drop them in the past ," The Doctor said, " But 2005 is, or at least it was, in the unfortunate owner of this necklace's future. And dropping someone in the future is something the Weeping Angels have never done, not at least in my experience. Normally taking someone to the future doesn't really cause an issue, I mean, I do it all the time, but due to the way it was done, mixed with the energy it was suppose to create caused-this!" He gestured, arms wide open towards Sam and Dean.
The brothers exchanged glances. "So you're saying it created us ?!" Dean exclaimed.
"No!" The Doctor cried out, "Not it created the holes that brought you here! Well, you probably weren't brought here by the first rip, but one of the rips that came after that."
"But why would the Angels do that?" Clara asked, "Take someone from the past to the future when they know it doesn't work that way?"
"That was probably an accident," The Doctor answered, "A damaged Angel got its wires crossed and took the victim here instead where they meant to or something, but then it couldn't eat the energy it created without destroying itself, so it went and got a person from town and tried to do it right, and then that created more tears, and then other Angels show up, because, well, like Dean put it, it's what they do, and that makes things even worse, and next thing you know, vola, we're having this conversation."
"So, how do we fix it?" Clara asked, "I mean, if it's rip there's got to be some way to mend it, right?"
"I'm still working on that," The Doctor said.
"Great," Dean said, sarcastically, "That's-that's very reassuring."
"What are you complaining about?" Sam asked , "I'm the one who at any moment could be touched by an Angel and wind up in the 1700s, or wherever. And, with our luck, I'll probably hung as witch."
"Everyone calm down," The Doctor said, "No one's getting hung as witch. I have an idea. They can't get into the TARDIS, or at least it'll take them a very long time. If we can get in there without getting attacked with should be able to hide in there until we figure something out."
"Okay then," Jenny said, "Let's go."
The five gathered together and ran as fast as they could, across the yard, their eyes moving frantically, somewhat hoping to catch a glimpse of something so it was stay still, but also hopping they wouldn't so they would make a clean get away. The Doctor flung the TARDIS doors open. Jenny and Dean both shoved Sam through the doorway then stepped in themselves, followed by Clara, then the Doctor who slammed the doors shut and locked them. "Okay," The Doctor said, turned back around towards the group, "Time to come up with a plan."
Sam, Dean and Jenny didn't really hear him. They were all staring at the interior of the TARDIS, utterly amazed. Jenny had been expecting something similar to this but it was still a sight to behold. As for Sam and Dean, they had no clue what to expect and frankly were trying reconcile the simple outside of the ship, with the sprawling set-up before them. "It's a box," Dean gapped, "Out there it's a box, a little wooden blue box, but in here- this is not the inside of a box."
"Apparently," Sam said, "It's bigger on the inside."
"Don't worry," Clara said, putting a hand on both of their shoulders, "You get use to it after a while."
As she walked off, Dean said, "And I really hope we don't have to stay here long enough for that happen."
"Okay," The Doctor said once again, clapping his hands together, "Now that we have that covered, let's try this again. I think the best way to deal with this is first review what we know. Not a step I usually take, but these are special circumstances-very special circumstances, so..." His voice trailed off then at last he said, "What do we know?"
Everyone was quiet for a moment then Jenny said, "We know the Weeping Angel take people back in time in order to feed off the potential energy of what they would've done."
"Yes," The Doctor said, awkwardly, "Well, actually Sweetheart, I mean what we know-other than that, since, it's somewhat common knowledge."
"Well, we know that one of them was so damaged it got mixed up on what time it was sending a person to," Clara said.
"Which by the way," Sam began, "I'm not expert on Weeping Angels but the one that attacked me seemed pretty healthy."
"Well, like I said, more Angels probably came along if they weren't with the damaged one already, " The Doctor said, "I've never encountered just one Angel, thought in all probability that has happened at one point or another. And of course, there's always the chance that the damaged Angel that caused all the trouble has surcome to whatever damaged it in the first place."'
"Well," Dean put in, "One thing we do know is that a healthy one has marked Sam for its next meal."
"Thanks for pointing it out again, Dean," Sam said.
Just then Clara remembered the statue she saw in the attic window. "Wait a second," Clara said, "When we first got here-me and the Doctor I mean-the Doctor ran off, and I noticed this-statue in the window of attic. It wasn't there when I first looked at the window but I didn't think much about it at the time."
The Doctor stared at her for a second than said, with a tone of disbelief and exasperation in voice, "And you didn't think to mention this earlier?"
"Well, until now I didn't think it mattered," Clara said, "Then we started talking about psycho statues."
"Can we get back on the subject, please," Dean said, "So we know there are least two of them."
"No," The Doctor said, "It doesn't. Remember, the Weeping Angels move so fast that if you so much as blink they have you. That Angel could've got from the attic to the garden in the time it took Clara to catch up to me."
Sam put his hand on his forehead and started rubbing it.
"What?!" Dean asked, his alarm showing, "What is it?! Is it happening again?! Here?! Really?! In a parallel universe?!"
"No, it's not a headache, or vision," Sam said, "I'm just doing this because-well, there's a super fast, extremely deadly creature after me, and all we got is a bunch of maybes and possiblities, and no clue how to deal with it. Basically I'm screwed."
"Keep it together, Sammy," Dean urged, albeit somewhat casually.
"Wait a second," Jenny said, "Visions?"
"Long story," Sam said, "And unless I have a vision of one of us dying, not really important right now. Hey, why don't we get back to the subject of the Weeping Angels. What else do we know?"
"Well, we know this was caused by a Weeping Angel taking someone forward in time instead of back like it was suppose to," Jenny said, "And in respond it did it again the right way making the rips worst and the Angels, apparently either because they don't know or don't care, keep taking people and making more and more rips."
"Good, now we've covered what we know," The Doctor said, "So let's cover what we don't know."
"Hun?" Dean said, looking confused, "How are we suppose to do that? If we could cover what we didn't know then we would already know it."
"I mean the factors we don't already know," The Doctor elaborated, "How many Weeping Angels are here? How do these tears in the universes work? And, most important what will be the end result of them?"
"The end result?" Dean repeated, sounding somewhat concerned.
"Well, think about it, Dean," Sam cut in, "No one's ever seen like this before. And the walls between two universes are literally being ripped to shreds. For all we know this could end with both universes being torn to pieces."
"And every living in those universes being destroyed," Jenny added.
"Great," Dean said, "So ultimately we're all screwed."
"Well, maybe not," The Doctor said, starting to walk around the room, "If I could find a way to fix it, and keep it fixed. Perhaps if I could find the epicenter of it-"
"Wait a second ," Sam said, "The garden!"
Everyone turned to look at Sam.
"There were parts of it that were completely wilted but others were still fresh," He explained, "I'm no expert, but that could be something."
All was quiet for a moment, the Doctor breathed, "Oh, I am so stupid."
Clara rolled her eyes. "Here we go again."
"I mean, I said myself the garden was unusual and the table was in an odd place," The Doctor continued, mainly talking to himself, "Why didn't I put it together then? Oh, I am so thick!"
"Dad!" Jenny shouted at last.
His daughter's scream brought him back to the rest of them. "Yes, Jenny?"
"Put together what?" Jenny asked.
The Doctor paused a minutes gathering his thoughts, then said, "There are parts of the garden that looks what you'd expect in a garden that had been empty for at least a decade, all dead and dry and wilted, but there are other parts that look like they've just been planted. What could cause that?"
Everyone was quiet, because they honestly didn't know what could cause that, but they did look engaged.
"Time distortions on this magnitude!" The Doctor exclaimed, "They're so strong that they're having an effect on the only organic life around here, and that's why the plants are acting so freaky, so therefore, it is more than like the epicenter of the rips and therefore could be the key to fixing them!"
"What do you mean more than likely?" Jenny asked.
"Well, I have to inspect the whole property to be sure," The Doctor reasoned.
They were all silent for a moment, mediating on what that might mean, then at last Dean said what everyone was thinking. "We're gonna have to go back out there, aren't we?"