Sorry for not updating in a while. I've been busy. And a bit lazy too. I'll try to make this chapter longer.

Chapter 3

"Manhattan? What's Manhattan got to do with anything?" Donna was frowning at the angel through the pane next to the door.

The Doctor searched his mind for any escapade in which he had been to New York, but his mental search found nothing. Must be from my future, he decided. Making a mental note to remember this, he stored the info in the back of his mind and fingered his sonic.

"Doctor? I can't stay in this house forever. I have a life to get to. And you know, that thing called a job?" Donna crossed her arms over her Billie Piper concert tee.

"Call in sick," the Doctor replied absently.

"Call in sick? Call in sick, he says!" she was outraged. "Why? When the only that keeping me from work is a stupid stone angel?" I mean, if you stare it from the time it takes me to get to my car, I should be fine."

Ignoring her rant, the Doctor peered out the window, where the angel was gone.

"Okay, think Doctor," the Doctor paced through the room, passing Donna arguing on the phone in a raspy "sick" voice. "This angel can't be from my past because Martha's angels stared at each other and became locked. This angel is from my future, because, I've never been to Manhattan, an oversight on my part, I've heard great things about the food there. But, this angel has a vendetta, and where did this angel come from? UNIT hasn't alerted me about- Don't open that door!"

"What?" Sylvia asked, raising an eyebrow. "I need groceries. We're all out milk, and bread, and my cake ingredients."

The Doctor moved forward, and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Sylvia, got out there, and I can't guarantee your safety. Out there, you're on your own."

Shrugging him off, she marched out the door, pausing. "I'll be fine, it'll take more than an angel to keep from baking!"

The Doctor plopped onto the couch, as she closed the door smiling. Then, from the depths of his trench coat, he pulled out a sleek silver laptop with the emblem of his screwdriver on it. Quickly tapping away, and audio feed came up.

Donna plunked down beside him. "I'm off for the next two days, knowing all of your bosses secrets does pay off, doesn't it. Oi, what's that?"

Sylvia was speaking to herself, chuckling. "It seems I'm baking a cake."

Donna frowned. "Mum doesn't bake. Not on her life."

"Now where's that angel? He was supposed to meet me here, two minutes ago. Oh, he's late!"

Donna stared at the screen in horror. "What's going on? Is she working with the angel?"

And there you have it, Chapter 3. Read and Review