"So, why are we here?" Rose asked stepping out of the TARDIS and looking at the gloomy house before her.

"Well," The Doctor came up beside her. "From what I've heard, people have been disappearing every time they stop by this place. Just vanish into thin air."

"And no one has any idea what happened to them?"

"Yup," The Doctor nodded. "So I just thought we'd check it out!"

"Fine by me," Rose said. "But all the same, this place really gives me the creeps."

"Like a proper haunted house," the Doctor put in. He began to walk about the courtyard, examining the side of the house. Shingles lay scattered on the grass where they had fallen from the rotting roof. Long strands of ivy climbed the walls, curling over the balconies and window frames. The Doctor sniffed the air. A pungent smell of damp and rot filled his nose.

"I don't see anything unusual here," Rose called from behind him. "Just some creepy statues."

"Hmm," the Doctor grunted looking up at one of the windows. Through the broken glass he could just see the wall inside. Large black letters were barely visible beneath the peeling wallpaper.

"Now what do we have here," he whispered reaching in his pocket and pulling out his brainy-specs. He took a step toward the room extension trying to get a closer look.

"Hey Doctor," Rose trailed off. The Time Lord paid no heed to her and peered through the darkness at the words. He could just make out the letters 'B-E'.

"Doctor, the statue."

"In a minute, Rose," he said walking around the side of the house for a better look.

"Seriously, Doctor, the statue's moved!"

"What statue?" The Doctor took off his specks and backed away from the window. Rose turned her head toward him.

"The one right—" Rose broke off as a scream escaped her lips. The Doctor whipped his head around and saw Rose standing face to face with a demon-faced statue of an angel.

"Rose! Don't take your eyes off it!" he yelled running up to her.

"Why? What is it?" her voice quavered.

"It's a weeping angel," The Doctor came up beside her and pulled her away, keeping his eyes locked on the creature in front of him. "An ancient race, faster than you can believe."

"But it's a statue!"

"Only when you look at it!" The Doctor pushed Rose behind him and began scanning the angel with his sonic screwdriver. "They're quantum locked; they don't really exist unless a living being is looking at it. Now just back away!"

The Doctor heard Rose's footsteps crunch through the grass, and he took a step back. The angel's eyes seemed to bore into him, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"Get back to the TARDIS, Rose," he called over his shoulder. We can't let the angel get it. It could feed of the energy of the time vortex for eternity." The Doctor pulled his TARDIS key from his pocket. "But it's strange; usually there are more of you, traveling in packs or herds or whatever you call a group of angels. What would you call that, Rose? Rose?"

There was no answer. Fear started to build up in his chest and he turned his head away from the angel ever so slightly.

"Rose?" he asked again, "Rose, please answer me!"

Still no reply. The Doctor knew something was wrong. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his head away from the statue and glanced behind him. Two stone eyes glared at him, only inches away from his face. Gasping, the Doctor tried to back away. But the shock caused him to lose his concentration and he made the worst mistake. The Doctor blinked.

-DW-

The Doctor's head was throbbing and he moaned in protest. Blinking open his eyes, he saw a spinning world in front of him. The Doctor never liked being dizzy. You could never trust you senses when that happened. Bringing his hands up to his face, he rubbed his eyes and gave his head a shake.

"Well isn't this wizard," he mumbled when he took in his surroundings. He was in a dark alley with his head propped up against a wall. Grunting, he pulled himself up in a sitting potion, giving his neck a rub.

Slowly he opened his eyes again and looked around the back street. It was a normal looking alley, with bins against the walls and papers scattered along the ground. A newspaper lay in front of him, and he leaned forward to look at the date.

JUNE 9th, 1969

"Brilliant," he muttered sarcastically. "Fat lot of good that is, isn't it?"

The Doctor brought himself up on his feet, swaying a bit. Spots swam before him and he blinked them away. Woozy, he took a few steps into the centre of the alley. He began forming theories and plans on how to get back to the TARDIS. None of them sounded remotely worth trying in his head. Something was nagging him in the back of his mind. Like he had forgotten something, and should be concentrating on how to find it. Rose would know what to do; she always knew how to fix these sort of things.

"Rose!" the Doctor gasped looking around frantically for his companion. How could he forget her? The Doctor hit himself on his forehead angrily. He knew it had been the same angel that touched her had touched him. She must be around here somewhere, a least in this year.

"Rose?" he called running down the alley. "Rose, are you here?"

He passed one of the trash bins and saw the small form of a human slumped up against the side. Quickly he ran over and pulled out his screwdriver, shining it in the person's face.

"Rose!" the Doctor knelt beside her and shook her softly. She groaned and gave her head a shake wearily.

"Doctor?" she said opening her eyes slowly. "Wh-where are we?"

"1969," he said pulling her to her feet. "You okay?"

"A little dizzy," she moaned. "Oh, why does my head hurt so much?"

"Time travel without a ship. The touch of an angel! Hurts doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Rose gave a small laugh. The Doctor pulled her in for a quick hug and then they started down the alley together. They began discussing the events that had just happened a few moments earlier; the Doctor filling Rose in about the weeping angles and Rose in turn asking a lot of questions.

"So how do we get back?" She inquired after a while. The Doctor frowned and didn't look at her directly.

"Oh no," she realized. "We're not stuck here are we?"

"No! No," he said quickly. "I'm sure I'll figure something out. I'm usually good at figuring stuff out."

"You mean you don't even have a plan yet?"

"Working on it!"

"Augh!" Rose scowled crossing her arms. "So we're in 1969, no TARDIS—!"

"TARDIS? Oh dang it," the Doctor started patting his pockets. "I think I dropped my key back in 2007."

"—And you've lost your key," Rose continued. "We've got no food, or money really, and I've got a splitting headache! Oh this just gets better and better!"

"Oh come on," he countered. "At least it can't get any worse!"

Thunder rumbled above them and the Doctor felt rain begin to fall on his head. He gave Rose a pathetic excuse for a smile, which she returned with a grimace.