Rose heard a snort from behind her, but she didn't dare turn around to see what it was. "Amy? What was that?" she asked.

"So you're looking at statues now, are you?" the voice taunted. Rose recognised it, but she couldn't place the name.

"Who are you?" asked Amy.

"You don't remember me? Buck, from District 10?" Buck said with a touch of swagger. Buck. Of course she remembered Buck. At least Rose did. He received an eleven in the initial scoring. "What are these statues, anyways? They're creepy."

"Not sure what they are," said Rory. Rose heard a flickering noise. She looked up, and saw a silver parachute floating down toward them. It landed in front of her, and she picked it up, without taking her eyes off of the statue.

"What is it, Rose?" asked Rory.

"Someone gave us a parachute," she said. She opened it, and inside was a note.

"They're called the Weeping Angels. They aren't just statues. Keep your eyes on them. Don't look away, not even for a second. And don't blink. Don't even blink. Stay safe, Rose Tyler. -D," it said.

"It's called a Weeping Angel. And it says we aren't supposed to blink. But it doesn't say anything else," Rose explained.

"Who was it from?" asked Mickey.

"I dunno, it just says 'D'," Rose answered, "does anyone know what it means?"

"So, you're just staring at these statues?" interrupts Buck.

"Until we can figure out how to do anything else, yes," said Rory. Buck held up a sword.

"My uncle lost the games because he didn't take opportunities. I won't make the same mistake!" Rose pulled out her dagger.

"Mickey! Watch the Angel!" she ordered. Rose ran up to Buck, and held her dagger. Mickey was doing the best job he could, but being one on one with an Angel is not an easy task. He blinked. The Angel appeared behind Buck. Rose shrieked. "I said watch it Mickey!"

Amy ran out and grabbed a sword that she had collected earlier. She ran over to help Rose, who was currently involved in combat with Buck. "Rose! Duck!" she said, and Rose ducked to narrowly avoid what could have been a fatal slash from Buck's sword.

"Amy! Rose! I have an idea!" said Mickey.

"What is it, Muppet?" asked Amy, running over to Mickey.

"Close your eyes. What if the Angel goes after Buck?" he whispered.

"And what if it decides to kill us?" asked Amy.

"Yeah, but what if it doesn't?"

"We don't even know what it does to people."

"It's just a statue! What's the harm in it."

"A statue that moves!"

"I think we should try it," interrupted Rory. Amy looked at him sharply, but Rory didn't back down. Rory shut his eyes, and so did Mickey. Amy sighed, and closed her eyes.

Rose was still fighting with Buck, unaware of their plan. She glanced over at Mickey for half a second, and saw that all their eyes were closed. "Mickey, bloody go and open your eyes!" The Angels had all moved from their previous position.

"Rose, just trust us. Shut your eyes," he said.

"Why are you listening to him, Rory?" yells Rose, still sword fighting with Buck.

"Because Amy is listening to Mickey," he yells back.

"What the bloody hell are you all talking about? Why're you just standing there? Are you just waiting for me to kill you?" questions Buck.

"Rose! Just trust me," said Mickey calmly. Rose took a deep breath, and shut her eyes. She could feel her heart beating, her blood rushing through her veins. She payed attention to her shallow breaths. After a few seconds, she heard a loud snap, and she opened her eyes. The Angel now had taken on a malicious expression. It had blood on it's stone hands. That's when Rose looked and saw Buck lying directly in front of the statue. BOOM! went the cannon.

"Well that worked," Amy said coldly. Amy, Rory, and Mickey packed up the camp, while Rory stared at Buck's lifeless body. She looked up, waiting for the hovercraft to come down and take him away. She heard the familiar buzzing noise, and a sleek, black hovercraft descended from the skies. It released a small crane that reached down and picked up what used to be Buck, and took him back into the ship. It lurched over a bit, and picked up the snarling Angel statue and pulled it back into the hovercraft. It promptly picked up the others and went back into the sky. Rose stared at it as it left, taking the danger with it. But Rose could imagine it would get worse rather quickly.

"Come on, Rory. Let's go. Grab Rose and the muppet," directed Amy. Rose ran up next to Amy, and smiled at her.

"Are you alright?" Rose asked. Amy shook her head.

"We're in the Hunger Games. Are you alright?" she snapped. Rose shook her head, and then she sighed. Rose looked forward and kept walking, silently.

"Rory, I can't believe you found us something to eat!" extolled Amy. Rory had found a rabbit and killed it. It wasn't much, but it was food.

The events of yesterday had shaken everyone up, however they were more or less back to normal, at least as normal as the could be whilst in the Hunger Games.

"I wish we could cook it somehow," complained Rory.

"Doesn't matter, Rory. We haven't eaten in days. Anything is helpful, we're kind of desperate," Rose encouraged. Rory smiled at her, and Rose smiled back. Everyone was mostly friendly terms. Amy had more or less gotten used to Mickey, and Rose could somewhat tolerate him. That didn't stop Amy from calling him Muppet, though. That looked like it was going to stick.

"So, how many people are dead now?" asked Mickey gravely.

"Two more as of last night's replay. This little boy called Calico from District Eight, and this girl called Maizey from District Nine. And Buck as well," Amy surmised. Rose didn't say anything. She was still trying to process everything. She shuddered at the thought that these people could've lived on to lead wonderful, productive lives.

She looked at her feet, and took out her hair. She hadn't touched it much since going into the games. She took it out, and it fell down straight. She had long-ish blonde hair, and she carefully shook it out. She caught Mickey looking at her, but she didn't say anything, only made a subtle glare toward him. One might not have noticed it unless you pointed it out.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" interrupted Rory, changing the subject.

"Trying not to get killed? Isn't it obvious?" said Amy. Rory nodded his head. He tended to agree with Amy, even when she seemed to be bashing on him. He seemed to Rose to be hopelessly in love with Amy. Amy didn't look at Rory the same way that he did to her. He looked at her as if she was his everything, which maybe he was. Amy looked at Rory, and looked straight through him. Rose couldn't imagine how that must feel. It'd be agonising.

Mickey looked at her too, but not in the same way. More in an infatuated way. She didn't fancy him, but he seemed to think that she did. Rose wasn't sure what to make of it. Rose didn't really fancy anyone. Maybe if she met the right person, but she had other things to worry about now, like trying to avoid being killed. It sort of trumped romantic interests at the moment.

She looked back at Amy and Rory. Rory looked at Amy as if it was just she and him. Rose supposed that's how her dad must've looked at her mum, and vice versa. She didn't remember her dad, he was killed in a bus accident when Rose was just a little girl. He died too young, she thought, just like everyone here. Pete and Jackie Tyler, Rose's parents. Jackie was lonely, now. All she had was Rose. If Rose were to die here, she'd be all alone. That's why I have to win. For my mum.

Rose took another bite of her rabbit, and chewed it slowly. "You okay Rose? You seem a bit quiet," said Rory. Rose smiled at him.

"Just got a lot on my mind, that's all. Thinking about back home. About my mum," she said. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Tell us about Jackie. Tell us about your mum," said Rory. Rose nodded, and told them about what had happened to her dad, and how Jackie had to raise Rose all on her own. When Rose had finished, her mates said nothing, and just smiled. Rory went over to Rose and hugged her. "Everything is going to be okay," he whispered.

A/N: There you go! A great, big, long chapter just for you! I really hope you enjoyed it! See you next Friday!