Emma crossed her hands on her lap, focusing on the array of faces before her, some menacing others sad. They all looked upon her with blaming eyes. They sat in wooden chairs in several balconies going up hundreds of feet, surrounding her at all sides. Before her, in chairs surrounding a table sat seven men. One had his wings spread far out and sat at the center of the table, a gable in his others had papers in their hands and talked quietly amongst each other.

"Excuse me!" Emma shouted drawing their attention, "I don't have time to sit here and wait here while you chitchat."

"You will wait for as long as we choose to make you, murderer!" The man with the gable shouted.

Two hours earlier

Emma straddled the Doctor's lap, kissing him. The Doctor had his fingers intertwined in Emma's hair as he kissed her on the stone floor of an alley.

"Where is Donna?" Emma leaned up.

"That's who you're thinking about?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "In a time like this?"

"She's not one to go unheard," Emma laughed, "The longest time that I have been away from Donna was..Midnight."

"Back at the hospital." The Doctor put his hands on the back of Emma's thighs, "I meant to ask you, how do you know all of the things that you do?"

"When I was a child, the reason I got institutionalized was because I took a fantasy to far. I became obsessed with this society of angels, it all started with my grandfather telling me stories." Emma looked away from the Doctor.

"I don't think those were stories." He caressed her face.

"That is painfully obvious." Emma stood up and dusted off her clothes.

"I'm sure that Donna is fine." The Doctor said standing up next to her and fixing his clothes.

"Fine. I'll go back to the hospital and you can stay here." Emma grinned.

"Go wait at the hospital. I need to get some things from the TARDIS." The Doctor gave her one last kiss on the forehead and started down the alley, "And be careful."

"I didn't plan on not being careful." Emma whispered to herself and turned around to walk back to the hospital.

As she made her way down the street there were the faint sound of foot steps behind her, that she avidly tired to ignore.

"Just a bit longer." She thought to herself, "It is just your imagination."

Although she was terrified she never quickened her pace or looked around her to see what was behind her. The only things she did was lock her eyes on the street before her. The street was lined with tall buildings that looked like houses, each a different color. It reminded her of the streets of Mexico, from a book on Spanish Heritage book.

"Emma!" A familiar voice yelled from behind her, bringing her to a stop.

"Grandad?" Emma spun around searching for the source of the voice.

"I'm here!" The voice echoed through the streets.

"Where?" She took a small step forward.

"Follow my voice, Darling." The voice sent chills up her spine.

"I can't!" Emma took several steps forward.

"Who are you talking to?" A younger male voice cam from beside her.

"Who are you?" Emma demanded.

"My question first." He reprimanded.

"No one." Emma crossed her arms and glared at the man. He was dressed in a short sleeved black jumpsuit decorated in gold pins and matching black lace up boots. His hair was platinum blond, cut short, that seemed to glitter in the sunlight and his eyes were glittering gold, "Now, who are you?"

"Did you just lie to me?" The man searched the street that Emma had been looking at.

"My question first." Emma faced the man.

"Zadkiel," He gave a charming smile to her, "Just call me Zedek."

"I wasn't lying to you, Zedek." Emma glared at his grin.

"Making a habit of lying is a bad thing, ma'am."

"I prefer Emma." She frowned at getting called ma'am.

"Well, Emma. I don't mean to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice your distress." He watched her with scrutiny.

"I'm fine. I just thought that I heard something, but I didn't." She said reassuringly.

"Oh, sure you are." Zedek stepped closer to her, "Since you are fine and everything, might I ask you for a drink?"

"Defiantly not." Emma laughed harshly.

"Your loss." The man turned around and started to walk away.

"The people here are just odd." Emma shook her head.

Emma watched him walk away. Zedek got halfway down the street when he turned to Emma and smiled. The back of his suit ripped and two large gold wings stretched out. With one jump he was in the air flying away from Emma.

"I didn't know they could do that." She watched in awe at the fading shape, "Oh how I wish I could do that. One day." She whispered to herself and continued on her way, listening intently for her grandfather's voice.

"It was just my mind." Emma thought, "Being in a new world is stressful. But then again, how new can this place be? You have technically been here all of your life. Shut up brain." Emma scolded herself, "Or maybe you are oxygen deprived, from your little back alley shady make out session with the Doctor. Whom, might I remind you, kidnapped you. Only on technicality. Oh the logic. You must feel really logical, in this argument with yourself. Alright that is it, I will just think of a song to drain my thoughts out." Emma began singing the song Piano Man in her head.

"Wouldn't it be terrible if you just said all of that out loud and the Doctor was listening?" Emma groaned, "How am I having so much trouble keeping my own thoughts under control?"