Chapter Twenty One

"Weeping angel, huh? Well awesome." I was being sassy, this was all getting to be too crazy. "How do we get rid of it?" I asked, hoping it was going to be easy.

"Well, it's tricky..." The Doctor started.

"Alice! I've got it!" I heard Dean shout.

"Hold that thought." I said to the Doctor. "Let's see what it is the ghost thought was so important, it was worth giving me a concussion." I rubbed at my head again, it was really starting to hurt.

Between that and Sam's ankle, we really needed some aspirin around here. I vaguely wondered if there was something in the bathroom.

When we got back inside, Dean was pulling a wooden box out of the wall. He looked over, and I nodded, "yep. That's it."

I walked over, and lifted the lid to find...yet another journal sitting inside. "Fantastic. More reading..." I picked up the book, and flipped through the pages.

"Well what do you know." I muttered.

"What is it?" Sam asked, "who does it belong to?"

I smiled, "it belongs to Sarah Williams, Sam."

Dean looked at the wall, and back at the book. "How is that possible? Sy didn't even end up doing the renovation after she disappeared? How did that get in there?"

"I think I know the answer, but let's read and find out." I looked at the Doctor and nodded. I was starting to be pretty sure he was right.

October 23

My Dearest Sy,

I can only hope you went forward with the renovations and found this. If not, well I fear you will never know the truth of what happened to me.

Not that I even know the truth of really took place. I only know there was a creature in our basement, and after one touch, our lives were forever changed.

I didn't see it at first, I placed all the items I was carrying in the corner, and then I heard a noise behind me. When I turned, I saw it. A statue, and I know that sounds unbelievable. I didn't believe it myself at first, but it was right before my eyes, a statue of an angel, it's head in it's hands as if it was crying.

I turned to call for you upstairs, and then I felt it. A cold touch on the shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, our basement had disappeared. I found myself in a city, as I collected myself, and really looked around, I realized it was New York City!

I wandered the streets for a bit, and everything looked strange. And the people! Sy there were people everywhere, they were dressed strangely, and seemed to be celebrating.

I found myself on a street filled with people, and I grabbed the arm of a woman as she passed me. "Excuse me?" I asked her, "can you tell me what's going on?"

She looked at me like I was crazy! And then she handed me a newspaper, and said, "it's over! It's finally over."

I looked down at the paper and it had a large banner across the top, saying "the war is over." It was dated August, 1945.

I thought it was a joke, or maybe some kind of strange reenactment. But it wasn't Sy, I was IN 1945, and having no idea how I got there, I realized quickly there would be no going home."

"Looks like you were right." I said to the Doctor.

He muttered something as he paced in front of me.

"You know what this thing is then?" Dean asked.

The Doctor nodded, "yes. But that's not the question you should be asking. The question you should be asking, is where is it now?"

We all kind of looked at one another, and around us as of it could appear at any moment. And if what the Doctor had explained about the weeping angels was true, technically it could if no one was looking at it.

"Explain what we are up against Doctor." I said, as I flipped forward in the journal.

I half listened as he told Donna, Sam and Dean all about the weeping angels and how they work. But I was distracted as I skipped forward a bit in the journal, I wanted to see how Sarah adjusted to life in 1945.

"I am a very wealthy woman here Sy. It didn't take me long to realize with my knowledge of history, there were many ways I could make money. I laugh when I think about the number of times I had students asking me when they would use their knowledge of history in real life. It is because of that knowledge I have been able to make myself into an incredibly successful business woman.

I am ashamed to tell you that my first sum of money came from some less than reputable characters, but I disappeared without a coin on me, and had no other choice. Thankfully I was able to pay the money back quickly, and I have been able to take care of myself ever since.

It took me about five years to gather all the money I needed. But when I had it, I did what I knew I had to do. I bought the land, and built this house. The one you stand in now. It was me who created the dream home we would find one day Sy. It was me who left your garden empty for you...

It continued, and I couldn't help but sit down as I was reading. Of course, it all made sense now.

"I don't know what brought me here Sy, but I am going to try and see if I can stop it from happening. I have been doing research, and talking to people. Strange people who know about things like this. It's hard to believe there are folks who dedicate their lives to unknown frightening things, but they are out there.

I was given some ideas that might protect the house, symbols that banish demons, and even angels. I know all this sounds crazy, but I just want to come home to you Sy."

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I wiped it quickly.

"Alice what is it?" Dean asked, kneeling at my side. I should have known he would notice.

"She built the house. She put the the book in the wall, and designed the yard. She decided on the architecture, and even put the symbols in place hoping she could stop it from happening. She did it all in the past, so that they would have it in the future." I said it with disbelief and sadness in my voice.

"Sarah?" Sam asked, "you're saying Sarah, built this house?"

I nodded, and held up the journal. "It's all here."

"And he never knew the truth. If he had only gone forward with the renovation, he could have known she was safe, but he just shut down." Sam said, "is there anything else?" He pointed at the journal.

I flipped through what looked too personal to read aloud, and then came to the last entry.

"I am old now Sy. It's crazy to think that somewhere else my life is moving forward, and here, it's coming to an end. I have been told that I don't have much time left, so I am finishing this journal, and the men are coming tomorrow to build the wall in what will eventually be your den.

Please Sy, if things don't work out, go on without me. Finish your garden, and welcome people into our home. I will forever remain close to you. I love you.

Sarah."

"That's the end."

"Well almost." A voice from the hallway made us all jump out of our skin. It was Sarah, she stood just beyond the salt.

"You can speak!" I said, rushing to the doorway.

She nodded with a small smile, "you seem to have found my voice. Thank you for that." She nodded down to the journal, still within my hands.

I started to ask questions, but she raised a hand stopping me. "I'm sorry, but there isn't any time. When I had the angel trapped here, I could keep it still easily. But now it is loose, and my energy is waning. I need help destroying it, please can you help me, before it takes someone else"

I turned to the Doctor, "what do we do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do? We kill the damn thing, that's what we do." Dean said, coming to my side. "How do we kill it?"

"Whoa now, slow down." The Doctor turned to us, "we don't just kill everything. It's a weeping angel, you can't stake it, or set it on fire. We have to trap it, and then I can put it in the Tardis and keep it from hurting anyone else."

"So when do we start?" I asked.

"Do you know where it is now?" The Doctor turned back to Sarah.

She nodded, "yes, it is where it blends in best. Within the cemetery."