"Okay, are you ready?" Billy asked stepping out from behind the camera. He, the Doctor, and Rose were in a small room in the Doctor and Rose's flat setting up for the DVD extra.

"Almost," the Doctor was inspecting the autocue, scanning it with his sonic screwdriver. Rose went over next to Billy to see if the camera was in order.

"How did you guys get all this stuff anyway?" Billy prodded the camera, "I don't think this kind of stuff in every home in 1969."

"Well I got this autocue from the local news station," the Doctor began.

"And how did you get it?"

"Just borrowed it," said the Doctor defensively, "Along with the camera too, I suppose. But don't worry I'll give it back when I'm done! Probably. Well, hopefully. Well, maybe. But I'm not stealing it."

Billy looked confused, but took Rose's previous advice and just nodded.

"I think we're ready!" The Doctor walked over to a stool next to the wall. "Just start the auto-cue after you start the camera. And you'll probably want to step back a little, Rose."

"Oh right," Rose stood off to the side as Billy started the camera. The Doctor walked into the frame and sat on the stool so that just his face and chest were shown. Calmly he positioned himself comfortably on the chair and put on his glasses with a sniff. Soon the autocue started projecting the words where it was positioned beneath the camera.

"The Doctor," Sally Sparrow's words were written out. "He's the Doctor."

"Yup, that's me," The Doctor nodded to the camera.

"Okay, that was scary," Sally had said.

"No, it sounds like he's replying," Larry had cut in. "But he always says that."

"Yes, I do."

"And that."

"Yup," the Doctor said cockily. "And this."

Rose smiled and stifled a laugh. The Doctor raised his eyebrows but didn't look at her.

"He can hear us," Sally had spoken again. "Oh my God you can really hear us!"

"Of course he can't hear us," Larry came on again. "Look, I've got a transcript. See? Everything he says."

The Doctor nodded as Larry's words continued, "'Yup, that's me', 'Yes, I do', 'Yup, and this'. Next is—"

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" The Doctor said impatiently as Larry's words followed right after they left his mouth.

"Sorry."

"Who are you?" Sally had said then.

"I'm a time traveler," the Doctor said. "Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969."

"We're stuck," Rose leaned into the frame next to the surprised Doctor. "All of space and time he promises me, now I've got a job in a shop. I've got to support him!"

"Rose?" The Doctor pointed to the camera.

"Sorry."

"I've seen this bit before," Sally's words appeared again.

"Quite possibly," the Doctor turned his attention back to the camera.

"1969; that's where you're talking from?"

"'Fraid so."

"But you're replying to me! You can't know exactly what I'm going to say forty years before I say it!"

"Thirty-eight," the Doctor corrected her.

"How? How is this possible?" Sally had asked. "Tell me!"

"People don't understand time," he said after thinking for a moment. "It's not what you think it is."

"Then what is it?"

"Complicated."

"Tell me."

"Very complicated."

"I'm clever and I'm listening," Sally continued. "And don't patronize me, because people have died and I'm not happy."

The Doctor leaned back a little and furrowed his brow.

"Tell me."

"People assume that time is strict progression from cause to effect," he began, bringing up his hands and motioning with them. "But actually, from a nonlinear, nonsubjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff."

"Yeah, I've seen this bit before," Sally's words interrupted him. "You said that sentence got away from you."

"It got away from me," the Doctor said looking deep in thought. "Yeah."

"Next thing you're going to say it 'Well, I can hear you'."

"Well, I can hear you!"

"This is impossible!"

"Well not hear you exactly," the Doctor continued. "But I know everything you're going to say."

"How can you know what I'm gonna say?"

"Look to your left," the Doctor tilted his head to the camera's left, remembering reading that on the transcript. The autocue was blank for a few moments. The Doctor nodded, realizing Sally must have been talking to Larry, their sort of scribe.

"I've got a copy of the finished transcript," the Doctor said pointing to the machine underneath the camera. "It's on my autocue."

"How can you have a copy of the finished transcript?" Sally had spoken again, "It's still being written!"

"I told you, I'm a time traveler," he said. "I got it in the future."

"Okay, let me get my head around this. You're reading aloud from a transcript of a conversation you're still having."

"Eh, wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey," the Doctor waved a hand dismissively. "What matters is we can communicate. We've got big problems now. They have taken the blue box haven't they? The angels have the phone box.

"What do you mean 'angels'? You mean those statue things?"

"Creatures from another world."

"But they're just statues!"

"Only when you see them."

"What does that mean?"

"The 'lonely assassins' they used to be called," the Doctor said. "No one quite knows where they came from but there as old as the universe. Or very nearly. And they have survived this long because they have those most perfect defensive system ever evolved. They're quantum locked. They don't exist when they're being observed." The Doctor waved his hands again. "The moment they are seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology! In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone.

"'Course a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away. Then you blink. And oh yes it can. That's why they cover their eyes. That not weeping; they can't risk looking at each other! Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry. I am very very sorry. It's up to you now."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"The blue box. It's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever, but the damage they could do could switch off the sun!" The Doctor leaned forward. "You have got to send it back to me."

He waited for Sally Sparrow's words to pop up, but nothing came up. Billy shook his head and mouthed "no more".

"And that's it I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript. That's the last I've got," the Doctor pulled his glasses off. "I don't know what stopped you talking, but I can guess: they're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe! Don't turn your back! Don't look away! And don't blink! Good luck."

Billy stopped the film and the Doctor got up and stretched. Rose ran over to him and gave him a hug around his neck.

"That was brilliant!" she said, "It was like Sally was standing right in front of you! Amazing!"

"Isn't it?" he replied. "Gotta love time travel!"

"So all I have to do now is put this on Sally's seventeen DVDs?" Billy came up to them motioning to the camera behind him.

"Yup," the Doctor said. "Just use that cheat code I gave you, and maybe you might want to, I don't know, consider a job in video publishing before hand? It might be worth a shot."

"Okay," Billy looked at him suspiciously. "So when can I tell Sally about the DVDs?"

"Oh, yeah," the Doctor rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen, Billy, the next time you talk to Sally, it will be your last time."

"What do you mean?"

"When you're very old, you'll be in a hospital and it will be raining," the Doctor walked up to Billy and placed his hands on his shoulder. "Call her a few hours after the rain starts and then you will tell her the instructions. But at the end of that rain, you'll have lived your life."

Billy's eyes widened and he shook his head. "But what if I talk to her beforehand?"

"If you do that then it will tear a hole in the fabric of space and time and destroy two-thirds of the universe!"

"Oh," Billy sighed. "Well at least I have got something to look forward to."

"I'm sorry," Rose went over to him and gave him a hug. "But you'll have a good life! Meet a nice girl—"

"Don't spoil it for him Rose!" The Doctor pulled her back. "Let him live his own life!"

"Don't worry about me," Billy smiled. "I'll be fine. I just have to memorize Sally's phone number and remember it thirty-eight years from now and I'm all set!"

"That's the spirit!" the Doctor extended a hand and shook Billy's firmly. "Live your life to the fullest! It was a pleasure to meet you!"

"You guys too," Billy said. "And I guess this is goodbye."

"My ship is going appear in a couple of hours, and there's a few more things we have to do first. But it was a pleasure!"

"It was nice meeting you too, gorgeous girl," Billy smiled to Rose giving her a kiss on her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to hang around?"

"Me?" Rose gasped, "I'm sorry, Billy, but I-I—"

"Nah, worth a shot," he laughed. "I can see you're already taken though. You are a lucky man to win such a catch, Doctor."

"What?" The Doctor's and Rose said in unison.

"We're uh—"

"We're just friends," the Doctor said quickly.

"Yeah."

"Oh, I see," Billy smiled knowingly. "Well I'll be off now. And thank you, Doctor."

"Don't mention it."

"See you around, gorgeous girl!" Billy winked at Rose, then turned and walked down the hall. The two time travelers watched him as he paused before the door.

"Are you sure I'll be able to contact Sally again?" he asked looking back.

"Positive."

Billy smiled again and closed the door behind him as he walked out into his new life in 1969.

A/N: One more chapter after this! Thanks for reading, and review and comments are much appreciated! :)