"What do we do now?" Clara panicked, looking around frantically, scared that they might move.

In the dim moonlight, the Angels were barely visible. Clouds shrouded the moon sometimes, allowing almost no light to be present.

There's not very much to be scared of around the Doctor, running away from death; saving the world – that's nothing more than a regular day in. But there's one thing that everyone should be frightened – in fact, terrified – of: the Doctor's silence. And at that moment, that very day, the Doctor did not have a single word to say.

"Doctor!" John shouted, hoping like the rest that the Doctor had a plan.

The Angels moved closer.

"I'm sorry" the Doctor said, his voice barely audible, "I'm so, so sorry."

"Can't you reason with them? Or ask politely?" John suggested.

The Angels slowed down, but continued.

"I wish. But I can't- they can't.." the Doctor stumbled.

Then, there was a sound. It sounded like a soft, pained screech. The Angels were laughing.

"Sherlock?" John tried, "You there?"

"John."

"Oh, God, Sherlock, what do we do?"

"How should I know?"

"Because you always do."

The Angels were right there, so close, so dangerously close.

"Not this time. This is.. this is just.. not ou- The Angel I'm pointing my mirror at hasn't moved. I can see it in the distance in the moonlight. They can't blink? They can't blink. They can't look at each other and they can't blink. They trapped us in there, a long hallway with one Angel by Angel to finish us off because if they looked at each other they would be trapped in.. in.. "

"Quantum lock!" the Doctor said, "Brilliant! Oh, brilliant! Clara have you a mirror?"

"Yeah in fact I do!" Clara fished around in her sling for her mirror and took it out, "here!"

The Doctor took the mirror and pointed the screwdriver at it. It buzzed, then the mirror broke into pieces.

"Everyone, take a few and point!" the Doctor ordered.

They did so and the Angels stopped.

"John, your flashlight! We need to see how many" the Doctor said.

Soon, the place was lit up, the light travelled around them, allowing them a clear view of the beach for the first time in, well, a long time.

"Seven! Nice number, always liked it" the Doctor chirped.

"That's… less than I thought" Clara said slowly.

"Yes well now let's all slowly back away from this nightmare, shall we?" John suggested sarcastically.

"Ooh yes! Hah! But not quite yet" the Doctor said.

"What? Why not? Are you mad?" Sherlock shouted.

"Because they are the reason for the disappearing ships and people and it has to stop. Also, definitely."

The three companions looked at each other worriedly.

"So! You lot come here with your grand plan and it had worked but what happens when it doesn't eh? Don't got a Plan B? You lot just come running out, hoping you don't look at each other? Now you're looking at yourselves, but that worries me. That worries me because it's not going to hold you forever. Luckily for me though, you can't blink. Therefore.."

The Doctor had walked between the seven Angels, all facing the same way, all facing the front and leaving some distance in between so they can't see each other. He pointed his screwdriver at John's torchlight and the torchlight flickered for a second and then turned back on.

The Angels covered their faces and turned towards the Doctor.

"How do we kill them?" John asked.

"Oh, ever the soldier, Dr. Watson. But no, you can't kill stone."

"Then what do we do?"

"Say, if the image of an Angel becomes an Angel, and whatever an Angel touches gets transported back in time for the Angel to feed off its time energy, what happens when an Angel touches an Angel?" the Doctor asked, his voice full of excitement.

He took a mirror and put it against the Angel's face. The Angel instantly disappeared.

"What?" the three others shouted in unison.

"Oh-ho-yes! I'll explain later! Just continue keeping your eyes on them!"

He continued to take mirrors and did the same to all the Angels, them disappearing one by one.

"Doctor, the building we came from – it's gone!" Sherlock observed.

"Yes, and when you go back to your world, the mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle would never have existed."

"How?" John asked.

"Let's go back to the TARDIS!" and the Doctor started running.

The door closed behind all of them. "You see, I had gone out on a hunch that said the Angels might possibly feed off their own time energy, thus they never existed."

"But they did – we saw them!" John protested.

"That's 'cause you're time travelers now," Clara spoke, "And hence you have a more rounded understanding of time."

"So everything they ever did to those people, all those stories never happened now?" John asked.

"I should assume so" the Doctor said.

"That's absolutely brilliant!" Sherlock said, breaking his silence.

"Oh, Clara, look- I just got called brilliant by Sherlock Holmes!" the Doctor squealed and he and Clara giggled like young school girls.

The four of them laughed. They later went on for tea at 221B Baker Street, courtesy of Mrs Hudson. And that was the day the Doctor and Clara met Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, and how they defeated the Weeping Angels that never existed.