Arthur gasps as he's floating in a… actually, he's not sure where he is now.

"You are in the Time Storm," a voice explained. The boy finds himself standing to four Mauri who look taller than the last time he saw them.

"What happened?" He asked. Why on earth did Bad Wolf send him here?

"Time. Time is in chaos. The Doctor tries her best to protect her companions, while also helping us to bring four Mauri into the Temple. But that alone is not enough. "

"Let me guess, you need my help."

"The Time Vortex inside of you can help us stabilise. We need to borrow your energy to help the Doctor and others who are stuck in their own time stream so they can stay safe. But it will cause a glitch of time travel."

"Wait-wait-wait. Hold on," Arthur gestures to them to stop first, trying to fit the entire information he just heard. "Time Vortex? Are you really suggesting that there's a Time Vortex inside me?"

He read some stuff about it, how Time Vortex was the source of time travelling, and how dangerous it is to travel without a medium or device, like the Tardis or Vortex Manipulator. They can't possibly suggest that that's the power he has… right?

"We need to be quick," the Mauri said. "Bad Wolf cannot keep you here without exposing herself to danger. We must send you back."

"Send me where?" He frowns, sensing a swirling energy surrounding him, slowly floating towards the Mauri.

"Somewhere safe, where the Doctor always be."

"Wait—!"

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Arthur nervously keeping an eye on the reel in the tape recorder and the lie detector as Professor Jericho—the man who had let him stay in his house for three days after he arrived—sets up some wires of the lie detectors onto Claire's head.

"Can you tell me today's date, please?" He began the question.

"November 21st," Claire replied.

"And the year?"

"1967."

Arthur frowns as the detector goes wild. "Weird," Arthur noticed, and knew that he's in Medderton, 1967.

"Just keep observing, Arthur," Professor Jericho reminded him before continuing the experiment. "Can you state your name, please?"

"Claire Brown."

"And your date of birth?"

"You know this already."

"Now, control questions only. Date of birth."

"13th of May, 1985."

"What?" Arthur mumbled as Professor Jericho asked, "Beg pardon?"

"I said, 13th of May, 1935," Claire quickly said.

"Oh, apologies," the man apologised, although Arthur didn't buy her words. "Word of advice, Miss Brown. Never get old, not even slightly. Thank goodness for mechanical recordings."

The lie detector is going haywire. "It's gone wild, Professor," Arthur commented as he took a look at it.

"Twice, for no reason. It is empirically, factually, November the 21st, 1967. And you clearly know your own birthday. Yet the machine would suggest you believe neither statement."

"Problematic when you need a control reference, a baseline," Claire joked.

"Precisely. Oh, yes, I forgot. You're very with it."

"It's happening," Claire gasps as she starts shaking.

"The percipient exhibits immediate and extreme physical distress, almost as if she's physically experiencing the events she describes. Theta waves suggest a sleep state, yet she remains extraordinarily alert. Mydriasis of the pupils, and yet no discernible trigger," Professor Jericho explained while recording.

Claire grasps Arthur's hand. "Help me," she begged.

"Yes, of course, my dear. We will. All in good time."

"There is no Time," she disagreed, suddenly standing up like she's possessed, scaring Arthur as the grasp is getting stronger, "Not any more. The end begins again now, And there will be no escape. Not this time. Not for her. Not for them. Not for you." She takes a quick breath and stares at the boy. "The Angel has the Tardis," she exclaimed.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Arthur immediately staggers as he senses the energy inside of him swirling out of control. He leaned backward and found himself inside an old house. "Ouch," he mumbled, holding his stomach so he wouldn't throw up.

"Sorry," Bad Wolf apologised as she looked around. "The Mauri need the Time Vortex to heal themself. They can't risk taking it without making you jump."

"Why?"

"It will weaken your body. You'd just enter the Tardis after 31 years stuck in Manhattan. Draining more, and you'll die."

Arthur gulps. "That's assuring," he grumbled, slowly hearing footsteps climbing up the stairs near him.

"Hello?" A woman called and noticed him. She has blonde hair and a brown trench coat. "Are you all right?" she kneels beside him. "Why are you here?"

"It's a long story," he shrugged. "I'm Arthur. Arthur Jonas."

"Sally. Sally Sparrow."

Suddenly, a doorbell rings.

"Who'd come here?" Arthur frowns as he slowly rises up and follows her.

"You could stay here," Sally assured him as they walks downstair.

"I'll be fine." Hopefully.

Sally nods and answers the door. They find a man standing, holding an envelope. "I'm looking for Sally Sparrow," he said.

"How did you know I'd be here?" Sally frowns.

"I was told to bring this letter on this date at this exact time to Sally Sparrow."

"Looks old."

"It is old. I'm sorry, do you have anything with a photograph on it, like a driving licence?"

"How did he know I was coming here? I didn't tell anyone. How could anyone have known?"

"He?" Arthur repeated. "Who?"

"It's all a bit complicated. I'm not sure I understand it myself. I'm sorry, I feel really stupid, but I was told to make absolutely sure," he admitted as he took a look at Sally and her ID. "It's so hard to tell with these little photographs, isn't it?"

"Apparently," Sally shrugs.

"Well, here goes, I suppose," he gives the letter to Sally. "Funny feeling, after all these years."

"Who's it from?" Arthur wondered as Sally looked at it.

"Well, that's a long story, actually."

"Gimme a name."

"Katherine Wainwright. But she specified I should tell you that prior to marriage she was called Kathy Nightingale."

Suddenly, Arthur hears a door being slammed. "Kathy?" Sally called.

"Kathy, yes. Katherine Costello Nightingale."

"Doesn't ring a bell," Arthur confessed, looking at Sally who looked absolutely confused. "Sally?"

"Kathy, is this you?" Sally turns around and starts walking around, looking for Kathy. "Very funny. Kathy?"

Arthur takes a step back as he notices a Weeping Angel standing in a garden. "That's a Weeping Angel," he realised in horror.

Sally looks at him. "It's a statue," she pointed out.

"It's not a statue," Arthur clarified, looking at her. "Is Kathy Nightingale your friend?"

"Yeah."

Arthur glances at the man. "And you know Kathy Nightingale why?"

"She's my grandmother," he answered.

"Your grandmother?" Sally repeated.

"Yes. She died 20 years ago."

Sally opens the envelope. It contains old photographs of a woman that Arthur can guess as Sally's friend. "So they're related?"

"I'm sorry?"

"My Kathy, your grandmother. They're practically identical."

"I'm so sorry, but your friend got sent by that statue and she won't come back," Arthur added grimly, keeping an eye on it so it won't move. "And before you ask, no, I'm not joking. The letter might clarify some things."

"And how do you know that?" Sally dared.

"Because I was the victim. I was stuck in the past and barely made it out," he replied, hands shaking wildly and jumping again.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Bloody hell!" Dan shouted as Arthur arrived on an open field at night. "Did you always do that?"

"You'll get used to it," Yasmin remarked as she looked at Arthur. "Hi, Arthur. Been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," Arthur admitted. Last time he met Yasmin, they were in Punjab. He notices some people walking around, calling the name 'Peggy' over and over again. Oh, he's back in Medderton. The villagers are looking for Peggy, the girl who went missing on the day he arrived at Professor Jericho's house.

"Come on!" an older woman insisted, gesturing to them to follow her. Jean, Arthur recalls. Peggy's great aunt.

"Have you assigned specific areas to specific groups?" Yasmin asked. "And have you got an agreed time to report back?"

"People are just out looking," Gerald, Jean's husband, remarked.

"What about favourite places she goes to or plays in? Are you prioritising those?"

"We don't need lecturing. Look, if you're so set on it, yes, I suppose," he pointing at one field, "that field and the adjacent one. You're very welcome to them. You can use that," he gives an old lamp box to Dan, "to alert me should you find her."

"This is your daughter?" Dan asked.

"Great-niece," Arthur corrected. "They've been her caretaker since her parents died."

Jean frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be in Jericho's house?" she pointed out, recognised the boy as one of Jericho's guests. The man wants to study the mystery of how he arrives in his house without warning.

"Eh, he sent me away, said that I might help find Peggy," the brunette quickly explained.

"Anything else we might need to know about her?" Yasmin asked, trying to change the topic.

"Why would you need to know anything?" Gerald replied.

"If we find her we might want to talk to her, so any information on what she's like or that might make her feel safe, that would be helpful."

"She's a 10 year old girl. How much is there to know?"

"Anything, actually," Arthur retorted.

Gerald snorts. "That man Jericho might welcome you, strange boy, but not all of us are."

"Gerald... Gerald," Jean called him as she walked back to him. "Come on!"

"All right, Jean."

As the three of them walk into another field, Dan says, "Maybe she's not missing. Maybe she just ran to get away from him."

"I can see why," Arthur remarked, feeling bad that Peggy had to live with a rude man like him, while also feeling glad that despite the bullying he had in his old orphanage, the adults still treat him nicely.

"It's no coincidence, is it? We got put here by some mad statue. Doctor's on the trail of something glowing. Kid goes missing."

"It's all connected, somehow," the boy admitted before he frowns. "Dan? Yasmin? Was that scarecrow there a minute ago?"

They look at each other, and when they look at the front, an Angel already moves closer to them. Arthur tries his best to calm down, but once again, his fear gets him.

"Keep your eyes on it. Don't blink," Yasmin warned, hiding Arthur behind her and Dan. The Doctor had told a story once, when she lost her son for 31 years, right after Graham and Ryan left the Tardis. She didn't tell her the exact details of that since it was too much hurt to tell, but based on her warning about the Weeping Angels before and how intense she was when there's an Angel inside the Tardis… She can make an educated guess.

"Walk backwards, keep your eyes on it," Dan added, helping Arthur to do so.

"Uh-huh," Arthur commented, accidentally bumping into Yasmin and Dan. They all look away, and the Angel is right with them. "Be calm, be calm, be calm, be calm," he muttered.

"I'm calm. We're all calm," Dan said, clearly panicking. "We've got our torches."

Their torches went down. Crap.

"Keep your eyes on it," Yasmin reminded them. "We've still got the moonlight."

Arthur's breath keeps getting quicker as the moonlight disappears.

"What are you doing?!" Yasmin and Arthur ask as Dan's hitting the lamp box.

"Checking the batteries," he replied as the light came on in their face and the Angel pounced on them.

Just a second before that happened, a light emits the young Time Lord, sending him somewhere else.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Arthur finds himself standing inside the same old house.

"You live in Scooby Doo's house," a man said.

"For God's sake, I don't live here," Sally clarified.

He turns around and finds himself looking at a man and Sally. "You never mention having a kid," he remarked.

"He's not mine," Sally added, looking annoying. "He's just popped out of nowhere. He can help clarify things for us."

"Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter. He's Larry, by the way. Larry, this is Arthur."

"Hi," Arthur greeted as Larry replies the same and puts a DVD into his portable player.

"Okay, this is the one with the clearest sound," Larry explained. "Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't know—"

"It doesn't matter," Sally insisted.

"Okay. There he is."

Arthur frowns as a man with brown hair and eyes appears on a screen. The Doctor with the number '10' on the photo he has on him. The one from one of his visions. "That's him," Arthur muttered as the man put on his glasses. "The Doctor."

"Who's the Doctor?" Larry frowns.

"He's the Doctor," Sally pointed at him.

"Yup. That's me," he agreed.

"Okay, that was scary."

"No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that," Larry explained.

"Yes, I do."

"And that."

"Yup. And this."

"He can hear us," Sally realised. "Oh, my God, you can really hear us?"

"Of course he can't hear us. Look, I've got a transcript. See?" Larry shows them the transcript. "Everything he says. 'Yup, that's me. Yes, I do. Yup, and this. Next it's—'"

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" Arthur and the Doctor interjected at the same time.

"Sorry."

"Who are you?" Sally asked.

"I'm a time traveller. Like… Like Arthur. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969."

Suddenly, the black woman from his vision appears. "We're stuck. All of space and time, he promised me. Now me and Delaney got a job in a shop. We've got to support him!"

"Martha," Delaney called and appears on the screen as well. "I think they don't need that. Oh, hi Arthur!" she waves her hand at the camera with a smile.

"I've seen this bit before," Sally recalled.

"Quite possibly," the Doctor shared as Delaney and Martha moved away from the screen.

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

"Afraid so."

"But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm going to say, 40 years before I say it."

"38."

"I'm getting this down," Larry suddenly decided and took a pen. "I'm writing in your bits."

"How?" Sally pondered. 'How is this possible? Tell me."

"Not so fast."

"People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is."

"Sort of doubt it," Arthur mumbled.

"Don't lecture me about it, Arthur. I don't need you to disagree with me all the time," the Doctor carped. Ah, so this is the Doctor who hated him.

"I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronise me nor Arthur because people have died, and I'm not happy," Sally insisted. "Tell me."

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff." His eyes went wide. "Great. This is when you learned that phrase, Arthur."

"What phrase?" Arthur asked, not getting it.

"Spoiler."

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

"It got away from me, yeah."

"Next thing you're going to say is, 'well I can hear you.'"

"Well, I can hear you."

"This is insane," Arthur admitted, finding this impressive.

"It's brilliant!" Larry agreed.

"Well, not hear you, exactly, but I know everything you're going to say."

"Always gives me the shivers, that bit."

"How can you know what I'm going to say?" Sally wondered.

"Look to your left."

"Oh," Arthur realised. "That's how it works. Larry wrote the transcript of our full conversation. Then, somehow, the transcript got into his hand, and when they got stuck, they made the video using the full transcript."

"See?" Delaney appears again, nudging the annoying Time Lord. "He's smarter than you."

"Wait until this hits the net. This will explode the egg forums," Larry beamed.

"How can you have a copy of the finished transcript?" Sally asked. "It's still being written."

"Didn't you hear? Arthur just explained it to you. The Doctor, being a time traveller, got the transcript somewhere before we got stuck," Delaney reminded her.

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

"Yeah. Wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey," the Doctor waves his hand.

Sally looks at Larry. "Never mind that. You can do shorthand?"

"So?" Larry asked.

"What matters is, we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They have taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box," the Doctor pointed out.

"The angels have the phone box. That's my favourite, I've got it on a t-shirt," Larry remarked.

"I'll buy it," Delaney quipped.

"What do you mean, angels? You mean those statue things?" Sally frowns.

"Not exactly. They're creatures from another world. They look like statues because we see them with our own eyes," Arthur explained.

"The lonely assassins, they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved," the Doctor elaborated. "They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when they're being observed. 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. Of course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can."

"Don't take your eyes off that," Sally warned as Arthur and Larry looked at the closest Weeping Angel.

"That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping. They can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe," the Doctor continued. "And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now."

"What are we supposed to do?" Arthur asked, looking at the Angel, not daring to blink, trying so hard to stop remembering being trapped with the Weeping Cherubs in the dark place.

"The Tardis, Arthur. 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. You, Sally, and Larry have got to send it back to us. Use your visions, or your Time Vortex's blast, I don't care how. Just get the Tardis to us and keep them safe."

"How?" Sally demanded. "How?"

"Aaand that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got," the Doctor stated, taking off his glasses. "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."

"No! Don't! You can't!" Sally shouted.

"I'll rewind him," Larry quickly suggested as some dust covered his eyes, making him blink.

The Angel is towering over him, reaching out, mouth wide open. "Guys!" Arthur shouted, getting their attention back.

"Keep looking at it. Keep looking at it," Sally said as she and Larry stood behind Arthur.

"There's just one, right, there's just this one. We're okay if we just keep staring at this one statue. Everything's going to be fine," Larry commented.

"There's more," Arthur commented as a vision hit him. "Three of them. I don't know where exactly, but they're here," he feels his body shaking. "And I think I'm going to jump soon."

"Jump where?!"

Before he can say more, the light takes him again.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Jericho opens the front door, nearly stumbles as there are Angels outside his house. "How did they get here?" He wondered before a light flashing beside him, and Arthur Jonas appeared. "And how did you get here?"

"Back away slowly, into the house," the Doctor warned, dragging both of them as an Angel was already at the doorway who's ready to grab Arthur.

"Why are they here?" Arthur shouted. He thought there's one Angel in this village, not dozens!

"Lock everything!" The Doctor added, holding Arthur closer. This is bad. Very bad. If she's right, then these Weeping Angels aren't hesitant to send Arthur back to the past, and finish what they had put him in Manhattan.

Arthur yelps as the doors start banging while he helps the Doctor to close the windows and doors nearby.

"They're at the windows," Professor Jericho noticed. "How are they moving? They're just statues."

"They're called Weeping Angels. Looks like a statue, but they're not. Quantum-locked. They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen, they freeze, like a statue," Arthur explained, reciting what the Past Doctor had said from the video tape.

"If they touch you, they'll send you back to the distant past and feast on the quantum energy of your unlived life," the Doctor finished.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," the old man huffed.

"We're not!" Arthur argued. "I've been sent back to the past by them, spending 31 years in the past! It's not nice!"

"If there's a back entrance to this house, go and lock it now," the Doctor suggested, trying to focus them back on the situation while controlling her emotion for recalling pain and loss of losing Arthur to the same creatures they're facing now. "Oh, don't let them near you and don't take your eyes off them. Go!"

The Doctor is emptying her pockets into Claire's hands. "It's them, isn't it? The Angels," she guessed.

"You know about them," Arthur realised.

She nods, looking at the Doctor. "Before that night I first saw you I had a premonition. A succession of disconnected images. A stone angel. You. A blue box called a Tardis. Your son. A Liverpool street. Numbers. A year. A voice telling me not to blink. And the name of this village. It didn't make any sense. But then I saw you. And afterwards there was an Angel on my street. It followed me to my front door and then I was in 1965. I've been in the 60's for 2 years."

"An Angel attacked you? But why?" Arthur asked. He knows that the Angels purposely sent him into the past since it was a fixed point in time.

"Back door is locked," Professor Jericho denoted as he ran to them.

"Good. Have you got a television?" The Doctor looks at him,

"Er, yes.

"Bring it out here."

They hear a bell ringing. "They're not seriously doing that, right?" Arthur gestures before hearing a window's glass crash. "I don't think the back door is secured anymore," he added with a gulp.

"Do you not think evacuation might not be the order of the day?" Professor Jericho proposed.

"How can we evacuate when we're surrounded?" Claire remarked.

"Exactly. The building's surrounded and there's more of them than there are of us. At least inside we have a defendable position. The basement's securable. Right, Professor?"

"Oh, yes."

"Take the television down there. Sunny, help him for me, okay?"

"Promise me you'll be careful," Arthur begged.

She smiles. "I will," she promised, kisses his forehead before watching him go with Professor Jericho.

"There's something else, Doctor. I googled the name of this village after I had my first premonition," Claire interjected, showing the Doctor a newspaper. "Everyone in the village disappeared on 21st November, 1967. Tonight. Whatever happens leaves no trace. The army moves in and turns it into a locked encampment."

"Yeah, well, Time isn't always fixed."

"Uh, Doctor?!" Professor Jericho called from the basement. "Your son disappeared again!"

"Time isn't stable now, so right now, he's jumping frequently," she explained quickly, guessing that the Mauri were almost finished with their work in the Temple. She hoped that Arthur's safe and sound, and Bad Wolf can keep an eye on him during this unpreceded time. "Get down to the basement now. I'll be right behind you," she suggested to Claire.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Arthur stumbles back, exhausted than ever as he finds three Angels are looking at him. He can hears the slow hum behind him, and it a moment for the brown-haired boy that he's lying behind the Tardis.

"Arthur?" He hears Sally calling his name. "Is that you?"

"Be careful, Sally," he insisted, seeing Sally slowly approaches him. "There's three of them."

Larry runs past her and stand beside Arthur. The Angel from upstairs is now behind them. "Oh, and there's your one," Sally noted.

"Why's it pointing at the—"

The light bulb starts flicker.

"Light?" Larry finished in horror.

"Oh, my God, it's turning out the lights," Sally realised.

"Give me the key!" Arthur quickly said as the light starts flickering on. The moment he opens it using the key, it opens without hesitation. Arthur quickly gestures Sally and Larry before closin the door. He gives a deep intake as a blue, holographic Doctor appears on the high deck.

"This is security protocol 712. This time capsule has detected the presence of an authorised control disc, valid one journey," it announced. Larry opens a DVD case and the disc glows. "Please insert the disc and prepare for departure."

"Looks like a DVD player. There's a slot," Arthur gestures to it as the console starts shaking.

"They're trying to get in!" Larry realised.

"Well, hurry up then!" Sally insisted as he puts it. Slowly, the Tardis begins to dematerialise around them.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, my God! It's leaving us behind! Doctor, no, you can't! Doctor!"

Larry and Sally huddle on the floor with Arthur where the blue box was.

"Holy crap," Arthur muttered, noticing the four Angels circling around, looking at each other.

"They're looking at each other. They're never gonna move again," Larry added with so much relief.

"Finally," the boy mumbled as the light takes him again for the last time.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"We restores your energy back," the Mauri said as Arthur find himself back in the Time Storm. "But you must be careful. Enemies are start to know you. We cannot keep you safe forever, Firefox."

"Wait, I want explanation!" Arthur insisted. "What's your deal with Bad Wolf, huh? Why did you gave me a freaking Time Vortex?!"

"We did not gave it to you."

"What does that—"

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Mean?!" Arthur finished, finding himself back on Medderton. This time, however, he notices that Yasmin, Dan, Prof. Jericho, and Peggy are on the other side of a boundary. While Mrs. Hayward simply watches their surrounding as Angels already gather, with Claire is standing on top of the capstone slab.

"My Angel says, go to your friends. It'll wait. They'll all wait. It says... they're enjoying watching you work it out. And they… they enjoy watching your son's suffering," Claire informed.

"Claire, what's going on?" Arthur asked as Mrs. Hayward keeping him from moving forward, something the Doctor's grateful about.

"Doctor, it's been communicating with them. I can sense it. I don't know what it's said to them, but…"

"Claire, don't worry. Stay there."

"Don't come any closer!" Yasmin warned the Doctor before she crosses the boundary. "We're stuck in 1901."

"Wait, we're what?" Professor Jericho asked.

"Maybe we should have broken that to you a little bit more gently," Dan muttered.

"We can't cross the line," Yasmin continued.

"At the edge of the village, it's just stars. It's like we're marooned in space and it's creeping in on us."

"All right. Anything else?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah. What does quantum extraction mean?" Yasmin pointed out.

A dreadful feeling starts creeping out of his body. "This is a trap," Arthur revealed, looking at the Doctor. "All of these… the Angels are trying to extract someone."

"They've taken the village out of Time, out of space, to isolate," the Doctor added.

"Someone?" Dan repeated. "Who?"

The Doctor turns around, looking at all the Angels. "All right. You've got what you came for. I want you to take your rogue Angel out of Claire without harming her, and put this village, these people safely back into their lives. Come on, rogue Angel. Tell them to do that and I'll negotiate a deal between them and you. Well?"

"No," Claire replied.

"What?"

Claire seems to struggle as she keeps continue. "My Angel is saying no. It says... it's made a better trade. That they've agreed not to take it... because they'll take you instead."

"No," Arthur breathed, fidgetting, wide-eyed, covering his mouth with his hands. Nononononono! "Take me!" He shouted. "I have the Time Vortex inside me. Let them take me."

"I… I can't," Claire shook her head, crying. "It… It says that your punishment isn't now, but soon. The Angels… they want you to wait for the last. All they care now… is the Doctor."

"This was its plan all along," the Doctor realised, glancing at her son. She had suspect that the Angels might had wanted her son, in exchange for letting the rogue Angel be free and not tempering Claire's memories. But it was more than that. "It hid in Claire, a human, to attract me."

"Because the only thing Division wants more than my Angel... is you. You are recalled... to Division."

The ground starts to stake as the Doctor slowly transformed into a Weeping Angel. Arthur can watch in utter despair as the Doctor looks at him and Yasmin one last time before fully turned into the Angels.

The young Time Lord doesn't remember much other than a shining light emitting his vision and his body being dragged somewhere in time, leaving him with one word to shout.

"Mum!"