Chapter 1: Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Wimey

Susan sat at her desk, drumming her pointer and ring finger against the table in succession. As the door opened in on her, she hurriedly put on her best 'I-am-working-very-hard-right-now' look on.

Sam sighed. "Bored again?"

"No!" she exclaimed, "I've been working all day!"

"Well, it's just that you have that look on your face again."

"What look?"

"The look that says, 'Hello, I'm Susan. I've been doing nothing all day'"

She grimaced. He smiled at her. She smiled back. They both broke into fits of laughter. After ten minutes of chat, Sam closed the door behind him, and she got back to work.

She sat down again, at her desk, counting up money. Apparently, the company had been seeing a much larger increase in energy bills than she had expected. She sighed, and got back to it.

And then, she heard a scream. The most ear-splitting scream anyone could hear. The scream of someone dying. She bolted up and ran downstairs, shouting every name she could think of. Jessica, Amelia, Sam, anyone and everyone who worked there was in danger, and she knew it. As she left the building, she skidded to a halt. Someone was dead. Someone she knew was dead. Time to run.

She looked around the first floor. Door after door after door after door. Until she came across one door, which was being banged on. Which meant someone, or something, was trying to get out. She stood back, shocked. She expected at any moment to die. She tried to run, but she no longer had the ability. As the banging got louder, she heard a sound of buzzing from inside, like a machine. She screamed, and out of the door came…

"Gah! Quickly! Close the door!"

Scared of what would happen if she said no, she obliged.

She blinked. "What?"

"Oh, hello, I remember you!"

"What?"

"Listen to-"

"What?"

"Listen to me or you will die!"

She gulped, and closed her mouth.

"They're here."

"What are?"

"The weeping angels."

"The weepi- that just sounds like a bunch of statues,"

"Weell, you're on the right track, you see-"

BANG!

"Susan?"

"Yes, doctor?"

"Do yourself a favour, run!"

She skidded along, as fast as her legs could take her. She tried, out of breath, to speak, but found she did not have the lung capacity to. As she ran, the desperation of the situation hit her. She was following this strange man, who wouldn't even tell her his name, and someone was dead. Wait…

"I heard… a scream, who was that?"

"Who went downstairs last?"

"I… uh… Sam,"

"Well, Sam is dead."

"I- that's sick. Is this all a big prank?"

"No. Now RUN!"