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The Bellingham family

18th Century
Manchester
1775

The Doctor, Rose and Terry walk briskly down the cobbled, dirty streets of Manchester as the grey sky starts to cloud over. Since they left Max's house, neither speak a word as they try to register what they have just discovered.

Max is dying from tuberculosis.

It is the inevitable after he tried to help the Bellingham family and with the time period he is stuck in, but he is April's twin brother and they cannot let this disease kill him. Although the Doctor doesn't speak a word of it, he suddenly understands that the Cytracik sent Max back to the eighteenth century to be killed. Has the Cytracik given April her nightmare to kill her too?

Rose can't help notice that the Doctor looks distressed, his heart blackened as they stride through the streets. She doesn't know exactly where they are heading to but she hurries on. Terry continues to look expressionless, but there is the occasional time when Rose can sense fear in her black eyes. And right at this moment, Terry's eyes sparkle with fear.

"I hope to God that Jack Gruntler realises this and does something about it." The Doctor hisses more to himself than to Rose or Terry, before picking up his walking speed.

They continue to walk through the city streets, passing the bridges and the city centre. They stop as they reach the church north of the city. The Doctor, Rose and Terry stand by the small iron gate in the brick wall, looking up at the church's exterior in silence.

"Max suspects Nathaniel knows about Horace's whereabouts." Terry says flatly. A speck of rain falls and lands on her nose. She frowns before wiping it away.

"I guess there's only one way to find out. And I can only suspect that Nathaniel likes to keep everything under his own watchful eye." The Doctor pulls out his sonic screwdriver and shines it on the rusty padlock around the gate. It sparks before cracking open. The Doctor then puts away his sonic screwdriver before pulling away the padlock and chains. The iron gate opens with a loud creak and the three step through. Rose closes it behind them.

They follow the long winding pathway towards the main wooden doors to the small church. Rose can't help but look out at the vast area of grassland filled with statues and tombstones all around them. The wooden doors are rather large and the two glass stained windows show images of Jesus Christ and God overriding the Devil. The artwork is something that neither of them have ever seen in any church they have passed in their travels. Still no one says anything as the Doctor scans the door with his sonic screwdriver.

There is a click and the doors slowly swing open, revealing the large stone centre of the church. It is cold and empty and the rows of wooden benches facing the altar on the opposite side to where they are standing are covered in dust.

The Doctor peers in before taking a step inside. His steps echo loudly across the large area inside the church, but he continues to walk down the aisle, looking at his surroundings.

Rose and Terry keep close behind the Doctor as they look either side. Rose takes note of the statues of saints and angels that are carved into the stone walls of the church, looking down at them and she can't shake the feeling that they are being watched. She then looks up at the rafters and is aware of the sound of birds singing quietly above them. That's when they hear his voice.

"You will not find him here."

The Doctor, Rose and Terry stop walking halfway down the aisle at the sound of a male's voice. The Doctor narrows his eyes, scanning the altar before a skinny man steps out from the shadows. The man looks quite young for a vicar, perhaps early forties. He has a wide face with a sharp jawline and sunken cheeks, and his brown mousy hair lays flat across the top of his head.

"Horace Bellingham. You would not find him here in the church." The vicar says.

"Nathaniel?"

"Nathaniel Davidson. Vicar of this church for the past seven years," Nathaniel steps down from the altar and cautiously walks towards them. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

The Doctor studies Nathaniel as he shakes his hand that is reaching towards him. "How did you know we are looking for Horace Bellingham?" He asks.

"Because every person that has visited this church since his death has to come to ask me of his whereabouts," Nathaniel replies. "No one goes to church services here on a Sunday any more. They have all moved to the new catholic church just south of the city centre," Nathaniel looks from the Doctor to Rose and then to Terry. "Not from around here I assume?"

"London," The Doctor says quickly. "Yeah we're getting all the new fashion before anyone else down there."

Nathaniel raises an eyebrow. "So I see that this revolution has an eye for female nakedness in their designs," He grunts under his breath as he avoids looking at Rose's or Terry's bare flesh. "However in this city it would not do. And especially under God's eye," He sighs before shaking his head. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You already know what we came to find." The Doctor replies deeply.

"There is not much I can do to help you with that, sir, I have held onto a promise and I will not let a dear friend down."

"So you do know of his whereabouts?"

Nathaniel pauses for a long moment. "Here, let me show you something." Nathaniel turns and walks away from them.

The Doctor, Rose and Terry follow the vicar as he leads them out through the side door. The wind has suddenly picked up since they first entered the church.

Nathaniel ushers his guests out of the church, letting them step out onto the muddy, damp grass before locking the side door behind them. He then turns and walks up the small hill, taking them towards the large cemetery. Nathaniel mutters a few words under his breath as they walk on, passing rows and rows of different gravestones. The Doctor looks straight ahead as he trudges through the wet grass behind Nathaniel. Rose and Terry only exchange glances.

They pass a fair few rows of different gravestones and the cemetery starts to tilt upwards at a slight angle. They only climb the hill for a short while before Nathaniel turns to the left and takes them down one of the rows. He stops in the middle of the row and points to the newly put tombstone.

"Here lies Beatrice Bellingham." Rose announces, reading out the carved inscription on the tombstone.

There are more names underneath Beatrice's which Rose can only assume belongs to the other family members in the portrait who also died. The Doctor takes out his glasses and puts them on as he crouches down in the grass, taking a closer look at the gravestone.

"Beatrice Bellingham was cremated along with her parents, her brother and her sister. They were cremated the week they died and Horace requested that their ashes would be scatted under the same gravestone." Nathaniel says quietly.

"What about the two children?" Rose asks as she tries to picture the family portrait in her mind.

"They are still alive," Nathaniel nods. "They are away with their father. The only souls that survived this dreadful disease."

"And I assume that Beatrice was Horace's wife?"

Nathaniel only nods solemnly.

The Doctor frowns and turns his head to look at the vicar. "Maxwell Hollerford. He is also suffering with tuberculosis because he helped them."

Nathaniel frowns and shakes his head in horror. "God bless his soul! Is there anything I can do to help? Say a few prayers perhaps? He is more than welcome to visit me whenever he wishes."

The Doctor sighs as he stands up again. "Thank you, Nathaniel, but it's a deadly disease. You wouldn't want to catch it yourself." The Doctor then takes off his glasses. "May I see Horace?"

"I would strongly advise you not to."

"Why?"

Nathaniel hesitates and it is evident that he is keeping something away from them.

The Doctor raises his eyebrows. "There's nothing you can hide from me," he says quietly. "There is something going on that even you can tell."

Nathaniel looks bewildered for a moment. "I do not understand what you are saying." He stumbles over his words as he speaks but the Doctor continues to stare at him.

"Doctor, what is it?" Rose asks as she looks from Nathaniel to the Doctor.

"The winds are changing," The Doctor says darkly. "There's a hidden spirit around us."

"There are no hidden spirits here!" Nathaniel's voice shakes with fear. "We are only safe in God's presence." He then takes a step backwards before quickly making the sign of the cross. He turns his back to them and holds his rosemary beads to his lips as he mutters something under his breath. His hands shakes and he suddenly looks very distressed.

There is a sudden bleep and the Doctor looks at Terry who is looking down at her handheld device. She glances up at the Doctor before looking back down.

"Nathaniel, I don't wish to disturb you but I need to know where I can find Horace. I'm here to help. You are distressed and I know why. I know why Horace and his two young children are still alive when the others are not." The Doctor says.

The wind howls around the cemetery around them and Nathaniel waits for a long time before he turns to look at the Doctor. His face is unhealthily pale.

"Who are you?" Nathaniel asks in a quiet, shaky voice.

"I'm the Doctor."

"Then can you help?"

The Doctor smiles. "That's what I'm here for," He then puts his hand out to stop Nathaniel who turns back to the church. "But I need you to tell me the truth."

Nathaniel looks at the Doctor with a fearful gaze for a long while before nodding. He trembles as he clutches tightly to his rosemary beads. "The Devil came to me the night the Bellingham family died."

Terry, Rose and the Doctor exchange glances, neither of them believing a word he is saying.

"What did He say?" The Doctor says as he shuffles on the spot.

Nathaniel squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he tries to remember that horrific moment. "He believes that he has killed God. He has poisoned our land with the diseases and the moving angels."

"The moving angels?" Terry says aloud but no one responds.

"He wishes to wipe out humanity and believes that this revolution will be the end of us," Nathaniel pauses for a long moment as he tries to pick his words carefully, not wanting to let his fear control him or even say something that would bring the Devil back to him. "The Devil has taken control of the Bellingham family."

There is a long pause of silence and Rose, Terry and the Doctor look at Nathaniel in disbelief. Nathaniel suddenly starts to panic. He takes a couple of steps back as tears fill his eyes. He cries.

"I cannot feel God's presence any more. All I can feel is the wrath of this demon!"

The Doctor, Rose and Terry leave the church a long while after they speak to Nathaniel. Just for his piece of mind, they sit by the alter and pray with Nathaniel who wishes the hear God's wise words again. He stays there until late afternoon when they know that the vicar is feeling stable again. Nathaniel stands by the front doors and wishes them well as he watches them walk down the pathway and out through the church gates.

It is nearly twilight and the Doctor looks a little stressed as they walk along the pavement. More than anything Rose finds it amusing for Nathaniel to believe that the Devil has supposedly killed God.

"Something is troubling you. What is even going on here?" Rose says. "Tell me. I know you believe the whole Devil story as much as I do." She remarks sarcastically.

Terry snorts.

The Doctor shakes his head. "It's not that. That's just strong beliefs, it's not actually affecting anyone really. The Devil story Nathaniel said isn't true. Just superstition."

"You said that you can feel something?"

"Yeah I guess I can feel some sort of ghostly presence around here. But for the first time since we left the parallel world, I can hear what's going through April's mind again."

Rose sighs. "Doctor, you know that there isn't much you can do about that at all. Just let her get on with it."

The Doctor narrows his eyes. "She's in a lot of pain right now and she's probably not going to be the same when she wakes up."

"Yes but you will make it all the worse for her if you wake her up."

"Doctor, I presume we're heading towards Horace's home?" Terry says loudly, cutting through the subject on April.

The Doctor only nods and then there is silence for a long while as they continue up the road. They cross over bridges and start heading more towards the outskirts of the city. The houses here are more enclosed and there are more people walking around the city clothed in rags.

"How could you suddenly tell that there was something wrong when we were back at the cemetery?" Rose asks as they walk down a neighbourhood.

"You can smell something from a mile off. Probably an alien." The Doctor replies quietly.

Rose frowns. "Wait so you do believe Nathaniel? You said five minutes ago that it was just superstition."

"No I don't believe in the Devil or God or religion. The Bellingham family is more important right now than fears in religion. No offence. But right now let's fill in the time for April to wake up. Plus there is definitely something odd here I want to look into. Like I said, probably alien."

Rose smiles widely.

They stop outside one of the houses. The number 42 is engraved into the stone wall beside the wooden door. The Doctor does not hesitate before knocking loudly.

There is a short while before a short round man opens the door with a wide smile that stretches widely across his face. He looks rather pleased to see the strangers on the doorstep, despite their nakedness with such clothing. The voices inside the house are busy and happy.

"Good evening sir and madams! What can I do for you?" The man's voice is light and cheerful.

"We're here to talk to Horace Bellingham if he's in." The Doctor says, craning his neck to one side to look into the gloominess of the house.

"Of course, come on in! My wife is brewing up some tea. Does Horace know you are visiting?" The man steps to the side to allow his guests in. The house smells strongly of mold and rotting food. It is unhealthy and the Doctor, Rose or Terry try their best not to react too much to the smell.

The man closes the door behind them and leads them through the hallway of the cramped house.

"How many live here?" The Doctor asks as he bends down while walking, trying to avoid knocking his head on the low ceiling.

"Fifteen." The man replies, still in a cheerful voice.

"Fifteen?" Rose repeats in surprise.

The man stops walking for a brief moment to look at his guests. He suddenly looks less cheerful. "Well it's common in big cities like this. No one can afford a proper home," He sighs and then smiles again. "But I am alive, my family are alive and everyone else here are friends. We are all happy. What more could you ask for?" The man starts humming merrily to himself as he continues to walk down the hallway.

They have to step over a few bags and bits and bobs here and there that have been left lying on the dirty floorboards. Rose suddenly trips slightly over a wooden doll on the floorboard. She stops walking as she looks down at the doll. There is a thin crack over the doll's right painted eye and her black hair is pulled back into two bunches at the top of her head. Rose frowns at the look of the doll and knows that if she ever owned it when she was a child she would be terrified and wouldn't want to go near the doll.

There is a sound of something scraping against the floorboards on top of the staircase that is to her right. Rose looks up at the darkness, trying to see where the sound has come from. She then looks back down the hallway and just when the man starts calling for Horace, they turn the corner. The man, the Doctor and Terry are out of sight. Rose shifts on the spot for a moment before she turns to the bottom of the stairs.

The voices coming from the large room to her left are loud and happy and she knows that she will not be caught. Curiosity is getting the better of her. Rose takes hold of the wooden banister and climbs the first step. She then continues up on her tip toes, careful not to step on any squeaky floorboards.

The landing above her is dark and Rose is unable to see the top few steps. With one hand clutching onto the banister and the other out stretched in front, Rose shuffles forward until she is sure that she has reached the top floor.

It is deadly quiet. The floorboards creak beneath her feet and to her misfortune, she has nothing on her to bring light into her surrounding darkness.

The air around her is cold and the darkness seems like it is closing in on her. The sounds of the families chatting on the lower floor are no longer audible and all Rose can concentrate on is the sound of something scuttling across the floorboards. She hopes it is rats. Yet she can't shake off the feeling that she isn't the only one up there in the dark.

She is sure that she can hear someone else's breathing other than her own.

Rose curses quietly to herself, wishing she brought a torch of some sort with her. However the moment she thinks of it, there is a sound of a match being lit.

Rose turns around sharply and in the darkness sitting in the corner of the large room in which she is standing in, she can just about make the outline of a young boy lighting a candle. Using the lit match, the young boy lights several other candles which light up the corner of the room. The candles are not placed in a particular formation, they are just clustered together to create light in the room.

Feeling rather curious about the young boy, Rose makes a move to go over to him, but just as she lifts her foot, a young girl of around the same age of the boy suddenly comes out from the shadows and runs over to the boy. Rose lets out a little gasp in fright at the sudden appearance of the girl and steps back into the shadows so she cannot be seen.

"Phillip, you have lit too many candles!" The young girl hisses. She falls to her knees opposite Phillip and blows out one of the candles. "You know how daddy feels if we play with fire."

Phillip looks up at the girl and from the candlelight. Rose suddenly notices that the young boy has an eyepatch over his right eye. It is white and looks like a bandage that just sits over his eye like a plaster.

"Well daddy is not here, Penny," Phillip mumbles sulkily. "I only wanted to hear if the rumours are true."

Penny, the young girl, rolls her eyes dramatically. "Phillip, you should know that these rumours are not true. There is no such thing as the Devil."

Phillip frowns. "What about God?"

Penny sighs. "It's all a myth. Do you not get it?"

Rose tries to take a quiet shuffle over to the side but unintentionally she crashes into a small table beside her. Something falls off and rolls on the floor but Rose can't see through the darkness. Both children jump to the side and Phillip hides behind his sister.

"Who are you?" Penny says bravely to Rose as she grips onto Phillip. "And what do you want? We have nothing for you here!"

Rose puts her hands out and cautiously steps forward. "Hey I'm not here to bully you or anything, I'm just passing by. My friend here has come to say hello to your father." Rose steps out of the shadows so the children are able to see her through the small light from the candles.

Phillip looks at Rose with caution but curiosity, whereas Penny glares at her threateningly. In the light Rose is able to distinguish the children's faces a lot more, and she can tell that from the same eyes and hair colour that they must be siblings. Penny is evidently older than Phillip by a couple of years. She quickly notices that these two children are part of the Bellingham family. She recognises their faces from the family portrait. Phillip is the young boy who was the only one not looking the same way as his family in their portrait. Rose then bends over so she is squatting at their height.

She smiles broadly. "Hello." She says softly.

Phillip relaxes in Rose's presence and slowly edges away from his sister, but Penny only grabs onto him tighter.

"No! We cannot trust her!" Penny hisses.

"But I think she's good. She could help." Phillip's voice is suddenly very childlike and quiet as his words roll into one. He cautiously steps around his sister and edges closer to Rose who, to him, looks trustworthy.

"Can you help us?" The boy says in a quiet voice.

"That's what I'm here for, kid," Rose replies warmly. "My friend is seeing to your father and I…" Rose crouches down so that she is kneeling in front of the young boy. "I'm curious about these rumours you've mentioned."

Phillip is wearing his dark blue and white striped pyjamas and Rose plays with the collar to his shirt, straightening it out. She glances over Phillip's shoulder to look at Penny who has her arms folded tightly over her chest, glaring at Rose. She is wearing a long cream nightie.

Rose turns her attention back to Phillip. She half smiles and tickles him under his chin. "And I think you may know one or two things about them."

Phillip giggles as Rose tickles his chin but his face instantly falls at the thought of the rumours. He turns to look at his sister as if looking for guidance.

Penny shakes her head. "Daddy says they are not true!" She snaps sulkily.

Rose continues to look at Phillip who turns back to Rose, looking somewhat guilty. "But you believe them, don't you?" She says as she brushes the invisible dust off his shoulders. "I like to hear the story."

Phillip looks down at Rose for a long while before he takes in a deep breath.

"Do not tell her!" Penny growls but she does nothing to stop her little brother. She continues to stand there and watch them.

"God is not here any more," Phillip whispers. "He was killed by the Devil before mummy died."

Rose tilts her head to one side. "But I thought you believed that God was only a myth?"

Phillip squeezes his eye shut and shakes his head vigorously. "I can hear the Devil through the walls," His voice is so quiet and fearful Rose ends up trying to read his lips. "He calls a lot through the night. I light candles but He's not there."

Rose frowns. "Does He speak to you directly?"

Phillip shakes his head again.

"Do you know what He says in the night?"

"Do not tell her!" Penny nearly screams aloud but she keeps her frantic voice low for she has started to become a little hysterical. Her voice frightens her brother and he starts to whimper. She grabs hold of Phillip and pulls him away as he really starts to cry. She glares at Rose as she drags him back to the candles.

Rose remains crouched on the floorboards a little while longer and sighs loudly before she stands up again. The children are huddled together in the corner of the dark room, only being lit ever so slightly by the dim candles. Penny is muttering something in her brother's ear before she looks up at Rose with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not a threat," Rose says. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's not you," Phillip snuffles as he pulls out of Penny's arms. "It's Him that scares me."

Rose sighs and half smiles. "Tell you what, I won't make you tell me everything if it scares you, but I will promise you that I am here to help. You can come to me whenever you need to."

"Can you promise?" Phillip asks. "Can you promise that you will not leave us?"

"Of course she is going to leave us!" Penny hisses. "They always do."

"I promise." Rose says as she ignores Penny. She reaches out her pinkie finger towards Phillip and after hesitating Phillip soon reaches forward and wraps his finger around Rose's. When he eventually lets go Rose takes a step backwards. She looks at Penny. "Well I'd better go back down and see your father."

Just as soon as Rose turns away, Phillip steps out.

"Wait." He calls pleadingly.

Rose halts for a moment before she turns back to Phillip who is looking at her expectantly. His eyes are full of fear and his breathing is rapid. Penny watches her brother with her arms sternly down by her sides.

"He says our paintings can change our fate and He's taken over them."

Rose looks at Phillip quizzically. "Paintings?" She then notices that both Phillip and Penny are standing as still as statues, unblinking and expressionless. Although it is Phillip's voice that Rose can hear, she knows that the next words he speaks are not his.

"Time can be of the essence and no one else has the ability to bend it. I see Him only through my one dead eye and He comes at the sound of time. When He is summoned by humans. He has the power to override the spirits of the dead to haunt the living. He is the Devil and He possesses the ghosts of our pasts. Time will never heal."

Suddenly there is a gust of wind and Phillip dramatically falls to the floor, crying. Penny snaps out of her trance and rushes to her brother's side. Rose moves over to help him but Penny shoots her a glaring stare.

"I think you should go now!" Penny snaps as she cradles her whimpering brother in her arms. "GO AWAY!"

Rose says nothing in response and only does as she is told, knowing that she has brought this upon the children. The words Phillip announced shakes Rose ever so slightly as the sound of time has been something that's haunted Rose, the Doctor and Terry during the Battle of the Cytracik. Time is an important factor and can be messed around daily.

She left the church not believing a word Nathaniel told them, thinking that it is foolish to believe in such a thing as the Devil. But now she is not so sure. She has been with the Doctor long enough to know that nothing is impossible.

There is something wrong with Manchester. The Doctor seemed a little funny over the fact that they landed here a year after he planned. The Cytracik sent Max here to this specific period to die. And everyone believes God to have been killed by the Devil.

It only fears Rose that time is being played with. Holding tightly onto the banister, Rose runs down the stairs and sits down on the bottom step. She covers her face with her shaking hands.


The man leads the Doctor and Terry through the hallway of the house, neither of them realising Rose as she turns and walks up the staircase. The man starts calling out for Horace and once they turn the corner at the end of the hallway, they stop at a door. The man taps at the door lightly.

"Hello, Horace, are you in?" The man asks. "You have visitors."

The Doctor and Terry are only able to hear a voice mumbling from the other side of the door but they are unable to understand what is being said.

The man turns to look at the guests. "He wants to know who you are."

"Oh pardon me for not introducing us, I'm Doctor John Smith and these are my companions, Tiffany Jenner and..." The Doctor turns and only realises that Rose is not with them. "And that's it."

"It is Doctor John Smith," The man calls as he presses his ear to the door. "Did Maxwell Hollerford send you?"

The Doctor snorts as if it is the most outrageous thing he has heard. "We've come on our own accord."

The man presses his ear to the door once more for a moment before turning the handle and opening the door. The Doctor nods to the man before he steps into the dimly lit room. It is a small dank room that also smells of mold like the rest of the house does. Horace is lying on his back on top of several blankets that are lying on the wooden floor in the corner.

Horace, who looks far skinnier than he does in the family portrait that was seen in the newspaper, glances over at his guests as they squeeze into the small room. The door closes behind them on its own as Horace struggles to sit up again. At the same time, there is the sound of one of the factories buzzing in the near distance.

Horace only groans at this. "Wonderful, is it not?" He says aloud gruffly. "The country's major cities are already suffering financially and they continue to build factories in hope for a better world," He grumbles before looking at his guests up and down. "I hope you have come to tell me that there is a cure for tuberculosis, Doctor Smith."

"Ah, no we haven't I'm afraid," The Doctor replies cheerfully. "We've just come up from London-"

"London, I see?" Horace scoffs as he cuts across the Doctor. "Will that explain her nakedness?" He points to Terry with his eyes.

"Uhm, yes," The Doctor shuffles on the spot awkwardly. "What I have come to do is say that I hope you will find it in your heart to accept me as a friend. I am so sorry for your loss."

Horace glares at the Doctor with fury in his eyes. "How dare you talk to me about my loss? Leave. Get out!"

"Wait, hear me out!" The Doctor pleads just as Terry turns to make sure that the door is closed for sure.

"No I will not!" Horace snaps as he scrambles onto his feet. "You have burst into my home unannounced and think it is okay to talk to me about my family. How dare you? Leave me alone! Penny! Phillip! Come down here at once!"

Just as Horace starts to get frantic with panic and anger, Terry sighs heavily and as she does so, she waves her hand in the air. Seconds later the anger soon flies straight out of Horace's systems as he suddenly relaxes. With difficulty, he manages to sit back down on the blankets.

The Doctor and Terry exchange glances before they sit opposite him on the rough floorboards. They both agree that it is not the best thing to bring up the death of Horace's family.

"Have you had any spiritual connections in your lifetime?" The Doctor asks cautiously, carefully picking his words. He does not want to anger Horace again.

"Well I would if I could still feel God's presence." Horace replies weakly through his heavy breaths.

The Doctor and Terry exchange glances again. Terry rolls her eyes and the Doctor clears his throat.

"I believe you're not the only one who feels that way."

Horace shakes his head. "I did not realise until my vicar, Nathaniel Davidson, told me. I only felt God whenever I wanted to but now all I feel is emptiness and a dark feeling of…" Horace stops for a moment as he scowls at the floor. "Everyone knows that the Devil is with us all around."

"How can you tell?" The Doctor asks, still not entirely convinced about the whole Devil thing being a serious matter. Since having met Max again, he can feel a ghostly presence around this city. There must be an alien somewhere. Nathaniel only briefly mentioned the moving angels but he hopes that he was mentioning that in religious terms, not what the Doctor is thinking.

"The Devil's power if far stronger than God's. You can tell easily when the Devil is near. It is a psychological sense, not an actual feeling." Terry says flatly.

"Well I can tell you that I am a highly witted and practical doctor that will straighten everything out for you." The Doctor says confidently.

"He only comes to the sound time." Horace says, ignoring the Doctor's last remark as if he does not believe it.

The Doctor frowns. "Well I know myself that there is no sound to time. It's only a concept."

"There is a device called a metronome. That creates sound to time." Horace turns and reaches for a large brown suitcase that is sitting on the floor at the end of his blankets. With a click, the suitcase opens and Horace brings out a mechanical metronome and holds in delicately in both his hands.

But the Doctor and Terry only have one sharing concern about the situation. The mechanical metronome isn't going to be developed for another forty years. The Doctor's brow furrows as he makes a mental note to return to the Tardis after this visit to double check that they are in the late eighteenth century.

"How did you get a hold of that?" The Doctor asks in a low voice, slowly reaching for the metronome but Horace pulls it away from him.

"It was a gift." Horace continues to hold onto the metronome as he admires it.

"So the beat of the metronome calls for the Devil?" Terry suggests. Her voice is mocking, still unconvinced about the Devil. Both Terry and the Doctor keep telling themselves that it is an alien. Everyone just blames the Devil.

"No," The Doctor says, shaking his head. "Time calls for the Devil."

"It is said that time heals, Doctor Smith, but it is the Devil that breaks it." Horace then places the metronome on the floorboards beside him.

The Doctor looks down at the metronome and studies it, wondering how the Devil could fit into the whole situation. He knows that it is mainly down to superstitions and religious beliefs, but the Doctor can't quite shake off the feeling that there is something ghostly in the streets of Manchester and that is what intrigues him more.

This is an alien form he has not come across before.

"You look like you do not believe me, Doctor Smith." Horace says flatly.

The Doctor sighs. "Have to say so myself, Horace, but my companion and I are not exactly religious."

Horace looks at them with disbelief. "Well I hope it will not take you long to believe this. The angels are coming and they are here to save us. I see them weeping for God around the city but they will stand guard of us."

The Doctor pauses for a moment, wondering if he is imagining what Horace has just said or if it is true, but before he can say anything, Horace pulls the pendulum of the metronome to one side and lets it slip through his fingers. The pendulum ticks from side to the side, a beat per second.

Terry and the Doctor watches the ticking metronome in awe and Horace watches his guests closely. There is no other sound in the room apart from the beats.

Right above them, there is the sound of something scuttling across the floor above them. The Doctor and Terry jump and look up at the grey ceiling. The scuttling sound, almost like a rat running, continues and stops suddenly.

The Doctor turns back to the metronome, certain that it is a rat running across whatever room is above them, but he jumps in fright again as there is a loud foot stamp. The stamp shakes the whole ceiling and when the Doctor and Terry look up again, there is a large crack running across the length of the ceiling.

"What room is above us?" The Doctor asks, suddenly feeling very frightful.

"The roof," Horace replies bluntly. "There is the attic which only a small room on the far right side of the house. There is nothing but the roof above this room."

There are definite loud footsteps above them and the ceiling continues to rattle. When the Doctor and Terry look up for the third time, there is a section in the ceiling that is filled with loads of small cracks. And then all of a sudden the grey smoke slowly starts to appear, as do the low voices heard in the walls.

The Doctor has enough and he instantly takes hold of the pendulum of the metronome, ceasing the beating instantly.

Then there is silence.

The footsteps and the whispers vanish and the cracks are no longer visible. The room starts to feel cold once more and the smell of damp mold is more evident than before.

"The Devil," Terry starts. "Have you seen Him?"

Horace looks at Terry accusingly before shifting in his spot. "No I must say. But my youngest son claims he has," He then looks over to the Doctor. "There is nothing we can do. This land is poisoned with disease and workers keep themselves occupied by trying to make a better world."

Horace notices that the Doctor suddenly looks very distressed and when Terry notices this too, she speaks for him.

"What did you mean about the statues weeping for God?" She asks.

"All statues of angels have covered their faces with their stone hands since God was taken from us. They're weeping for His disappearance."

The Doctor then jumps to his feet in a panic. "That's enough of this!"

Terry watches the Doctor as he steadies his balance when he is back on his feet. Without another word she gets up too.

"Thank you for bearing with us, sir," Terry says as she grips hold of the sleeve to the Doctor's coat. "We appreciate your time," She then forces herself to smile. "Have a good day, Horace." She then pushes the Doctor back to the door.

"I'll be here if you need me. Nothing is going to change." Horace calls.

Terry gives Horace a nod before she pushes the Doctor out the door and closes it behind her. She continues the push the silent Doctor through the hallway, hoping to avoid anyone else that is living in the house. They get closer to the door but the Doctor stops when he sees Rose sitting at the bottom of the stairs with her head in her hands.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks sharply.

Rose looks up but feels instantly relaxed by the Doctor's and Terry's presence.

"Come on, we need to get out of here now!" The Doctor hisses before he allows himself to be pushed out the front door by Terry.

Rose frowns in confusion, not understanding why the Doctor wants to leave all of a sudden. She stands up and is ready to follow him but as she does so, a scrap piece of paper falls out of her lap and onto the floor. Rose hesitates for a moment, looking down at the paper before bending over to pick it up. One side of the paper is blank but the other side has a child's drawing of a black figure. The face of the drawing is not distinguishable in the drawing as the figure wears a large grey veil, covering its face. The drawing also shows that figure holding a single red candle that is alight.

Rose turns to look up the stairs but finds nothing but darkness. The two children are nowhere in sight. Then with a sigh, Rose folds the piece of paper, puts it in her jean pocket and leaves the house, catching up with the Doctor and Terry who are already halfway up the street.

"Doctor!" Rose calls as she jogs to catch up with them. "Why are we leaving all of a sudden?"

"We just can't stay here any longer. Time is being played with and it will only make things worse if we stay here. We're leaving the city."

Terry sniggers. "The Doctor has fallen for Horace's Devil trick."

"What? But we've found Max again. We can't just leave him here when he's dying with tuberculosis!"

"Time here is fixed, Rose," The Doctor hisses. "You should know that. It's like the Battle of the Cytracik. If we do anything here then the future will change and possibly in that changed future April could be dead," The Doctor sighs heavily as he stops walking. "And in that future I'm not sure that you would still be alive." He continues to walk on.

"But, Doctor, we can still help him."

"Remember that it was the Cytracik that sent Max back here to die."

"And remember that April has to see him again!"

"No, Rose. That was Suzette's ghosts wish. With everything that is happening right now we cannot afford to get tangled up in everything here. The Devil is here and trying to curse the city. Now I understand how the weeping angels came about."

"Angels?"

"Don't be fooled by their pretty sight. They have lost their God and now they are lost. They will want to pull innocent people back in time with the blink of an eye in order to kill them. Let's just get back into the Tardis and leave this place."

Rose nods. "So you believe in this Devil thing. Well, Doctor I want to stay here and save Max and save the Bellingham family. I spoke to the two children and-"

"Why don't we go to Disneyworld in the year…let's say the mid twenty-first century. That sounds like fun!" The Doctor says quickly, cutting across Rose. "Nothing to be done here."

"April is going to hate you even more if she finds out about her brother."

The Doctor does not reply. Nor does Terry.

"I guess you know about these weeping angels then, Doctor," Rose says as she continues to walk. "But what can be so bad? Everyone seems to be distressed by the idea that God has been killed and that the Devil is out. And now you're telling me about weeping angels. It's all a little too weird for eighteenth century Britain, don't you think, Doctor? I mean this is the Industrial Revolution and the only dramatic changes to the world were the things they developed during this period," Rose pauses for a reply from the Doctor but there is none. "Doctor?"

Rose stops walking and turns, only to find that neither the Doctor nor Terry is there with her. Rose panics as she scans the empty street. There is no sign of the Doctor or Terry anywhere, not even a trace.

"Doctor!" Rose shouts as she turns around in circles, studying every aspect of the street.

Her friends have just completely vanished without a trace and Rose instantly thinks this when she notices a statue of an angel standing beside a lamppost at the far end of the road. The angel has its head bowed and its stone hands cover its face. But the words the Doctor spoke about the weeping angels continue to ring in Rose's mind.

It doesn't take her a second thought before she starts sprinting down the street, away from Horace, away from the weeping angel and back to Tardis.

Something has taken the Doctor and Terry away from her.