Chapter 2
"What's that about statues moving?" Sylvia and Donna turned to see the Doctor strolling towards them with his hands in his trench coat pockets.
Donna narrowed her eyes at his nonchalant appetence. Behind that innocent expression his brain was working overtime, making deductions in half a second. The Doctor was too interested in her mother's hallucinations. She crossed her arms. "It's not like it's an alien or anything."
Donna missed the odd expression that flitted across Sylvia's face, but the Doctor didn't. He filed it away for future reference.
"Well, as I was telling Donna, I put this nice stone angel up. See, it's right there. Anyway, I was going back to the house and I heard a strange sound. I looked at it and I could have sworn it moved. But of course that's nonsense," Sylvia laughed. "It's not an alien."
"Uh huh," the Doctor pulled the sliding door open and sauntered down the garden path, whistling.
Donna glanced at her mother; she was in the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets.
"Doctor!" Donna hurried after him.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and waved it over the angel. His eyes widened and he took a step back as he studied the readings.
"Donna," his voice was quiet. "Get back in the house. Now."
"Don't tell me that's an actual alien!" Donna crossed her arms. "What's it called?"
"Donna, come on!" the Doctor rushed back to the house.
"For the love of Pete!" Donna exclaimed, she paused and tapped on the angel's wing.
"Don't touch it!" the Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her with him.
Once inside, he began locking all the doors and windows. He wedged chairs under the doors, and opened all the curtains.
"What're you doing?" Donna stared at him as he waved his sonic over the kitchen window. "It can't get in! It's a stone angel!"
The teakettle screamed and Sylvia removed it and sat it on a polka dot oven mitt.
"Well then," her eyes gleamed. "Why don't you explain yourself over tea?"
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her, suspicion flickering, but it was there and gone almost as soon as it had appeared.
"They're called Weeping Angels," he took at sip of his tea. "They feed off vortex energy. But they have to harvest that energy from something, or someone. Their touch sends you back in time. But, they can only move when you aren't looking."
"Stone angel that only move when you aren't looking?" Wilf stood in the doorway, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. "We had something like that in the war. The-"
The Doctor leapt up. "Angels in the World War II?"
"We were fighting in the trenches. Then all the gunfire stopped. The Germans left. We went over to investigate, and there were loads of angels, just standing there in perfect rows. We lost 1,000 men that night. Just disappeared," Wilf poured himself a mug of tea and stirred it.
Just then, the doorbell rang. The Doctor was at the door in a flash, peering through the peephole. He sucked in a breath, an angel stood, it's finger still on the doorbell. A vicious smile was on it's face and it held a piece of paper that read 'Manhattan'.
