The Doctor was thrown on the ground, face first in hard cement. He groaned lifting his head off the ground.
A black man was sitting down in front of him, leaning against a brick wall and rubbing his head. He had frozen when the Doctor had fallen out of the sky.
"Who are you?" he asked in a strong jamaican accent.
The Doctor groaned again and let his head fall to the cement.
"Are you okay, sir?" The man asked, leaning forward a bit to see him better but not getting off the ground.
"Yep, yep. I'm fine," said the Doctor in a muffled voice, not bothering to lift his head at all.
"Excuse me?"
The Doctor lifted his head off the cement, "I said I'm fine,"
"Ahh," the man said, leaning back against the wall.
All of sudden, two people started walked toward them from the right in a hurried pace.
The Doctor, recognizing them, jumped to his feet and hid behind a nearby trash can.
"Welcome!" said a familiar voice, coming from a figure that had thrown his hands up in the air.
The man that was sitting on the wall looked up, "Where am I?" he asked.
"1969. Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to." the man said, inching a bit closer to the guy on the wall.
The second figure stepped forward as well, this one a woman, "Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times… back when we had transport." The woman looked to the man with a stare saying it's-all-your-fault.
The man acknowledges her look, nodding his head as he turned back to the man, "Working on it."
The guy on the wall looked up at the two people in front. "Do I know you? How did I get here?"
The man that had appeared sat down next to the guy on the wall. "No. You probably don't know me. And you got here the same way we did. The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year."
The man that had originally been sitting on the wall tried to stand up but the other guy pushed him back down. "No, no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour."
"I don't…. I can't…"
"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you back into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might've had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off of potential energy."
The jamaican man on the wall stared at the other man for a second in stunned silence, "What in god's name are you talking about?" he asked, not even sure if the guy was speaking English.
The girl who had been with guy said, "Trust me. Just nod when he stops for breath."
The man went on, "Tracked you down with this," the guy held up a strange contraption that looked like a lunch box with film rolled all around it. "This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from the hens. It's not pretty when they blow."
The guy on the wall stared at the strange man some more, "I don't understand. Where am I?"
"1969. Like he said," said the woman.
"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home," said the strange man, still finding more words to say, "But somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while… first off, what's your name?"
"Billy," the man who had originally been on the wall said.
"Billy, okay. I'm the Doctor and this is Martha."
"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" Billy asked.
"The Doctor."
"Doctor who?"
"Not now. Now listen…" The Doctor explained everything to Billy - the message, the dangers of trying to look for Sally - while the Doctor… the other Doctor, closed his eyes and leaned his back against the trash can.
Now I'm in trouble.
He whacked the back of his head some more, trying to think. However, as he was pulling his hand back, he hit the metal can behind him, making a huge banging noise. He scowled, rubbing his hand as he listened in silence, not daring to breath.
His past self, Martha, and Billy had halted their conversation, all hearing the noise.
"What was that?" asked Billy, looking to the Doctor for answers… considering he seemed like the smartest guy in the universe.
"We're about to find out," he answered, pulling his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket and pointing it at the trash can. The minute he hit the button, the other Doctor felt his screwdriver give a tiny metallic pop from inside his coat.
The past Doctor placed his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket, handing his timey-wimey detector to Billy, "Hold this," he said.
"Why?"
"Because whatever is behind that bin is possessing something extraterrestrial… or it is extraterrestrial."
"An angel?" asked Martha, walking slowly toward the bin along with the Doctor.
"Most likely."
The Doctor behind the bin closed his eyes, disappointed with himself. Oh ya. Good job, Doctor. Go ahead and rip a hole in the space-time continuum. That'll be a laugh. Or create a paradox on your personal time stream. Set the Reapers out on the univers. Have them devour everything. Fun.
The trash bin was knocked aside, The Doctor and Martha jumping back to find a body behind it.
The Doctor that was behind the bin slowly turned around, showing the two of them his face, making them back up even more. He cleared his throat, "Judging by the look on your faces… I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do."