The Doctor gasped slightly and then laughed. I looked at him confusedly. "What is so bad about statues?" I asked the builder. He looked at me, bewildered. "Well, they came out of no where and they are gone once you turn around. I don't know. All of us may be overworked and just hallucinating. But then there s the missing men. They disappear, then we get telegrams from them nonstop. And they always say something like, 'The angels are mocking you,' or 'The angels are laughing. And growing stronger,' but none of us can figure out what it means," the builder said, using his hands for a lot of his words. The Doctor was over in the corner laughing his head off. "Doctor? Are you alright?" I asked him. He looked at me with a sad expression on his face. One I had never seen before. He shook his head. "No, no, I am not alright," he almost snapped. Then he looked like he was about to cry. I walked over to comfort him. "What's the matter then?" I asked. "The Weeping Angels," he said with a far away look in his eye. I rubbed his arm, not tall enough to reach his shoulder quite yet. I felt bad for him. He seemed really, genuinely afraid of the angels. He put his face in his hands and sat on a box. I sat next to him and continued rubbing his arm. "It's gonna be okay," I said, or rather, whispered under my breath. To him, but I don't think he heard me. "We have to start defending ourselves now," he said through his hands. "Do what?" I asked, because his hands had muffled what he had said. "We need to come up with a battle strategy, now." He got up and started pacing, mumbling science-y stuff under his breath like he did with my eyes. I leaned over and whispered in the builders ear. "This is the exact same thing he did after he looked at my eyes," I said. The Doctor lifted his finger like you do when you get that a-ha moment. Then he pointed at me and walked over, smiling. "That's PERFECT!" he screamed. "We'll use your EYES!" I gave him a puzzled look. Then he pulled out his bulb stick. I looked at the bubble. It wasn't there. Then he scanned my eyes again. The bubble appeared at the top. He grinned and looked at me with affection. Like a father-daughter affection. Not a girlfriend-boyfriend affection. That would be gross. "Don't you see?" he asked me. I guessed it was a rhetorical question. He didn't actually want me to answer. "Your eyes are the perfect weapon!" he shouted in glee. I just gave him a what the heck look. Then he whooped. And pumped the air with his fist. I pinched my nose bridge like teachers do when they need to calm down. Except I was just embarrassed. He looked at me and the builder as if we should be rejoicing with him. And then became very serious. "Okay, so we let them think they can take us, like, um, you know, turning out the lights," he said thoughtfully. The builder and I looked more confused than ever. The Doctor looked back at us like we were retarded school children. "Do what? You want us to fight statues? With my eyes?" I asked, moving my had along with my words. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well, duh. Took you long enough," he said, smacking his lips. Probably just some weird habit. "Then, we, um, oh, never mind I did that before, nope, that's not going to work, um..." he said, more to himself than anyone else. This man was absolutely positively for sure one hundred percent nuts. And I think he rubbed of on me. Because then, at that moment, I started thinking like a Doctor. I started to think of battle plans and how to kill a statue and how to use my eyes. Which was probably the craziest thing I have ever done. The Doctor and I kept throwing back and forth ideas. Murderous ideas. I suggested moving the statues to a ledge at the top of the structure and pushing them off, one by one, shattering them to bits. The Doctor said that would put the civilians in danger. Then he suggested we use my eyes directly. I said that would put me in danger. He disagreed. We fought and fought and fought until I was out of breath. He kept counteracting my ideas with something science or how that would endanger the citizens. I kept counteracting his with the bazillion reasons I could get seriously injured and or killed. Then we would both sigh and start from the top. "How would that not be completely and totally CRAZY!" I yelled as more an exclamation than a question. Then he yelled back "Because YOUR EYES HAVE AMAZING POWER BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION AND IF WE DON'T USE THEM AGAINST THE ANGELS THIS WHOLE CITY WILL DIE OUT!" He breathed hard. I looked at him in amazement. "Die?" "Yes, die. Completely," he said with grief. I gathered that he had wiped out cities before. Accidentally, of course. I hoped. He seemed a little less smiley Doctor after that. When the builder left to continue his job, the Doctor and I sat in silence. "What kind of alien are you?" I asked him. "Time Lord," he said, head drooping. He looked sad to be a Time Lord. "How did you figure that out?" He lifted his head a little. I thought for a second. "Well, you've got an old box that is bigger on the inside, you took me to watch the Statue of Liberty be built, and you knew my name and I haven't even told you yet," I said in an obvious manner. "Then what is your name Charlotte?" he asked. It sounded funny to my ears. "Charley," I said. "What planet do you come from?" He looked at me sadly. "Galafrey," he said, drooping his head again. "Is it pretty there?" I asked. "Yes, yes it was lovely," he said, as if he wanted to end the conversation. Was? I thought about this for the rest of the time we were silent. "We have to use your eyes," he mumbled. I sighed and nodded. I understood now. I would save New York and even America if I just used my eyes. We headed of to 'train' as the Doctor called it. Apparently I didn't know how to use my eyes properly. He gathered some rocks from outside and had me stare at them. Nothing happened. "Now," he started. "Look them like they just threw a pencil at you." I did. Nothing happened. "Now, look at them with hate, a hate like they just killed your mother," he said, sounding like he was running out of hope. I did. And the rock exploded. The Doctor clapped and cheered. I smiled and bowed. I had just exploded a rock with my eyes. He put another rock in front of me and I blew it up. I blew up multiple boulders. I was so proud of myself, I was speechless. The Doctor would not stop congratulating me. "Now, I think your ready for the real thing." I stopped for a moment. The words real thing worried me. I didn't know if I was ready for the real thing. Deadly statues that I had to stare at until they exploded. "Oh, and one more thing," the Doctor said as he turned around to face me. I cringed. He continued talking anyway. "You can't blame them for killing the same thing. So if one killed your mother, no others can kill your mother or it won't work. So you might want to make a list of living things important to you now," he said, turning back around to enter the statue again. I followed. We went to where we had met the builder and continued walking down the corridors. I was listing the whole journey. Mom, Dad, sister, big brother, little brother, dog, cat, goldfish, girl in the room next to me, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, cousins, fifth-cousin's dog... I couldn't think of any more. I almost bumped into the Doctor when he stopped dead in front of me. I looked over his shoulder. In front of us was a statue of an angel covering it's eyes, almost like it was crying. I looked from the Doctor to the statue and back again. The Doctor had a grim expression on his face. "We are both going to blink really fast at the same time. Ready? One, two, three, blink." I blinked and looked to where the statue had been. Now it was up in my face with it's hands looking like they were going to grab me any second. It had it's mouth open. And full of razor-sharp teeth. The Doctor gestured toward it as if to tell me to blow it up. I nodded. I looked at the teeth. I felt fear make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I looked back at the Doctor and shrugged. He whispered in my ear, "Look at the eyes." I looked at the eyes. I saw quick, flashing images of angels in caves and people turning to stone and some random red head with some guy with a pointy nose. I saw stone eyes that had never seen fear. Then I collapsed in a faint.