It is a beautiful day with the sun shining from a clear, blue sky. There is birdsong as a young man spins slowly in the middle of the field. His eyes have a glassy, drugged appearance and there is an imprint of a kiss in red lipstick just above his lips on the right side. He is approached by three men, two are armed and the third is an older man in an evening jacket.

"It's a beautiful day," he said.

The older man uses his handkerchief to wipe at the lipstick. "Hallucinogenic lipstick. She's here!" He announced, turned and walked away.

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River Song strides along the corridor in red high heels, her black dress swirling at her ankles. She stops in front of a door, where Arthur Jonas leans on it. The man nods before making a circle gesture, making a small error on the lock.

The door slides open to reveal a black cube with a hole through its centre. She tilts the cube so the top is facing towards her, changes the setting on the gun that she took from her purse so it becomes a blowtorch and begins to write on the cube. "How long?"

"3 minutes before they know," Arthur predicted.

"That's all I need."

Arthur faintly hears the alarm going louder. "You jinxed it."

"I did not!" River huffed as they walked out and into another corridor. They both notice a security camera. River simply winks and Arthur waves his hand before walking away.

Two armed guards turn a corner and stop, rifles raised, as Alistar approaches more sedately towards them. He stands between the two guards. "Party's over, Doctor Song, Explorer. Yet still you're on board."

"Sorry, Alistair. We needed to see what was in your vault," Arthur shrugs, purposely standing in front of River so she could plant the bomb.

"Do you all know what's down there? Any of you?" River asked. "Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach its destination."

"Wait till they run. Don't make it look like an execution."

"Triple seven five Slash three four nine by ten. Zero twelve slash acorn," Arthur suddenly said.

"Oh, and we could do with an air corridor," River added, holding Arthur's arm protectively. "Like I said on the dance floor, you might want to find something to hang on to."

As a timer begins to beep frantically, Alistar realises what's about to happen and grabs hold of one of the pipes on the wall. The two guards do the same. Arthur chuckles while River blows a kiss just before the door behind them blows open, they hang into each other as they're both carried into space—and directly to the Tardis as it materialises. The door opens, showing the Doctor holds out his hand and River comes sailing in. She lands on top of him, while Arthur lands behind the Doctor, his face on the Tardis' floor.

Amy frowns. "Arthur?"

Arthur and River quickly stand up, shouting, "Follow that ship!"

"What?" the Doctor repeated.

The brunette grumbles, sometimes forget his father can be very slow. He's running into the console and setting the path on following the ship. "River, needed help."

"They've gone into warp drive," River read the scanner as the Doctor help as well. "We're losing them. Stay close."

"I'm trying," the Doctor hissed.

"Use the stabilisers," Arthur suggested.

"There aren't any stabilisers."

"The blue switches."

"Oh, the blue ones don't do anything, they're just…blue."

"Yes, they're blue! Look, they're the blue stabilisers!" River presses them and the Tardis stops shaking. "See?"

"Yeah. Well, it's just boring now, isn't it? They're boring-ers. They're blue," he played with one of the buttons, looking irritated, "boring-ers."

Amy folds her arms, looking intently at her friend. "You never mentioned you can fly the Tardis."

"Spoiler," Arthur shrugs.

"Okay," River nods. "I've mapped the probability vectors, done a fold-back on the temporal isometry, charted the ship to its destination, and parked us right alongside."

"Parked us? We haven't landed," the Doctor frowns.

"Of course we've landed," Arthur remarked. "Unlike you, River didn't leave the brakes on."

"Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Come along, Pond. Let's have a look."

"No, wait. Environment checks," River reminded him.

"Oh yes, sorry. Quite right. Environment checks," he agreed, opens the Tardis door and looks out. "Nice out."

"We're somewhere in the Garn Belt," Arthur read from the scanner. "There's an atmosphere. Early indications suggest that—"

"We're on Alfava Metraxis, the seventh planet of the Dundra System. Oxygen rich atmosphere, all toxins in the soft band, eleven hour day and chances of rain later."

River glances at Arthur, annoyed. "He thinks he's so hot when he does that."

Arthur snorts.

"How come you can fly the Tardis?" Amy asked River this time.

"Oh, I had lessons from the very best," River replied, smiling.

"Where's Delaney?" Arthur asked, realising that Delaney isn't here with them. She should be here, as far as Arthur remembers from her time in the Tardis. "I thought she would come with you."

"Back on Messaline," the Doctor replied. "Visiting Claudia. Didn't want to disturb her."

"You just met her?"

"Yeah. And...we just met Churchill," Amy added.

Ah, he remembered now. Delaney mentioned meeting Churchill with Amy before.

"Right then, why did they land here?" River asked, focusing back.

"They didn't land."

"Sorry?"

Arthur checks the monitor. "He's right. Come on, River. We needed to check the Home Box. It crashed."

They both leave the Tardis, finding themself standing on a beach. The once sleek spaceship is a burning wreck sticking out of a rock-carved building. Arthur takes two small devices, one for him and one for his mother. They scan the surrounding area.

"Weird," River murmured. "I mean…I know I planted a bomb on that ship…but it shouldn't make a crash like that."

"The airlock would've sealed seconds after you blew it," Arthur agreed as Amy and the Doctor stepped out.

"According to the Home Box, the warp engines had a phase shift," the Doctor shared. "No survivors."

"A phase shift would have to be sabotage," River noted. "I did warn them."

"About what?"

"The crash," Arthur mentioned.

"Well, at least the building was empty," River remarked. "Aplan temple. Unoccupied for centuries."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Amy asked.

Reluctantly, the Doctor starts making the introduction. "Amy Pond, Professor River Song."

"Ah, I'm going to be a Professor some day, am I?" River realised, smiling while Arthur rolled his eyes at the Doctor. So much for keeping a secret. "How exciting. Spoilers."

"Yeah, but who is she and how did she do that? She just left you a note in a museum."

"Two things always guaranteed to show up in a museum. The Home Box of category four starliner and sooner or later, him. It's how he keeps score. Plus," River looks at Arthur with pride. "I had a psychic with me."

Amy raises her eyebrow. "Again. You never mentioned her. For 12 years."

"That would be telling," Arthur reasoned. "Besides, I want to give you a good treat to meet River Song personally." Okay, that was a lie. Amy had known River as Mels. But he can't say that. Especially the young versions, who don't know his or River's true identity. "There's one survivor."

"Survivor?"

"There's a thing in the belly of that ship that can't ever die," River clarified, noticing how flat her son's eyes became. He always did that when a vision appeared in his head.

Arthur takes out a communicator and starts talking, using a small portion of his power to raise the signal. "Father Octavian, already in orbit yet? I know, I saw it land. Me and Doctor Song are at the crash site. Try and home in on my signal. And before you ask, no, she didn't do anything to me. I'm perfectly safe."

"We have a minute. Shall we?" Rived asked, and got out her Tardis-style diary. "Where are we up to? Have we done the Bone Meadows?"

Amy looks at the book. "What's the book?"

"Stay away from it!" Arthur shouted, continuing talking to the communicator.

"What is it though?"

"Her diary," the Doctor answered.

"Our diary," River added, nodding to Arthur.

"Her past, his present, my future. Time travel. We keep meeting in the wrong order."

Four small tornadoes kick up the dust and turn into four soldiers. Arthur gives a small nod as Father Octavian approaches him and River. "You two promised me an army."

"No, we promised you the equivalent of an army," Arthur clarified. "Father…This is the Doctor."

"Father Octavian, sir," he introduced himself. "Bishop, second class. Twenty clerics at my command. The troops are already in the drop ship and landing shortly. Doctor Song and the Explorer were helping us with a covert investigation. Has both of them explained what we're dealing with?"

River glances at Arthur. The boy nods, letting River explain their mission. "Doctor, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?"

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Night has fallen and the rest of the troops have arrived with their supplies in a small drop ship, like a container unit. They have set up camp around it.

"Doctor?" Arthur called from the drop module. Like River, the brunette has changed into combat fatigues. "Come here! River found something." He looked again at a grainy image of a Weeping Angel with its back towards them on a monitor on the far wall.

"What do you think?" River asked after the Doctor and Amy enter. "It's from the security cameras in the Byzantium vault. I ripped it when I was on board. Sorry about the quality. It's four seconds. I've put it on loop."

"Yeah, it's an Angel. Hands covering its face," the Doctor shared.

"You've encountered the Angels before," Father Octavian realised.

"Once, on Earth, a long time ago. But those were scavengers, barely surviving."

"But it's just a statue," Amy said.

"When you see it," Arthur added. "Where did it come from, anyway?"

"Oh, pulled from the ruins of Razbahan, end of last century. It's been in private hands ever since. Dormant all that time," River stated.

"There's a difference between dormant and patient," the Doctor remarked.

"What's that mean, it's a statue when you see it?" Amy asked.

"The Weeping Angels can only move if they're unseen," River informed. "So legend has it."

"No, it's not legend, it's a quantum lock," the Doctor addressed. "In the sight of any living creature the Angels literally cease to exist. They're just stone. The ultimate defence mechanism."

"What, being a stone?"

"Yeah…until you turn your back, send you back in time, forcing you to live in a period far away from your time forever," Arthur denoted, glancing at his father before holding his sleeves nervously, trying very much not to think about what happened the last time he dealt with the Angels.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"The hyperdrive would've split on impact," the Doctor informed outside the drop ship. "That whole ship's going to be flooded with drive burn radiation, cracked electrons, gravity storms. Deadly to almost any living thing."

Father Octavian frowns. "Deadly to an Angel?"

"More like dinner to an Angel," Arthur commented.

"The longer we leave it there, the stronger it will grow," the Doctor agreed. "Who built that temple? Are they still around?"

"The Aplans. Indigenous life form. They died out four hundred years ago," River reported.

"Two hundred years later, the planet was terraformed. Currently there are six billion human colonists," Father Octavian finished.

"Whoo! You lot, you're everywhere. You're like rabbits. I'll never get done saving you," the Doctor mused.

"Sir, if there is a clear and present danger to the local population—"

"Oh, there is. Bad as it gets. Bishop, lock and load."

He nods, looking at his men. "Verger, how are we doing with those explosives? Doctor Song, with me."

"Two minutes. Sweetie, I need you."

"Sweetie?" He gestures between him and Arthur.

"She meant you," Arthur said. "Come on, Amy. We should wait inside the drop ship."

They go back into the drop ship and look at the image of the Angel on the monitor. Its face is raised from his hands and starting to look over its shoulder. Oh no.

Amy pops her head out of the transport. "Dr. Song? Did you have more than one clip of the Angel?"

"No, just the four seconds," River replied.

Arthur keeps looking at it as Amy returns. They both bend over and peer closely at the time code. It loops from 11:24 to 11:28…and finding the Angel is facing forward, hands down at its side.

"This is bad," Arthur muttered, walking backward to get out and call for help. But when he tries to open it, it's locked. Oh God. "We're trapped."

"Trapped?" Amy turns around. "What do you mean 'trapped'?"

Arthur gasps, realising the position of the Angel changes. "Grab the remote over there."

She nods, picks up the remote for the video and tries to turn it off but it keeps coming back on. She sets the remote down and peers at the screen. "You're just a recording. You can't move," Amy insisted. "Wait here." She looks away to unplug the power source as Arthur keeps looking at its cheek, not the eyes. For a moment, it seems to work…then the screen turns again, and this time, the Angel's face is close to the camera.

"Not working!" Arthur said.

"What?!" Amy reacted.

"Let me!" He turns to the door, finding it still not open. Amy quickly looks at the screen, nearly yelling to see the Angel with its mouth open in full predatory mode.

"Doctor! River!" Arthur shouted, desperately try to open it using his power, even thought it's useless. "Help! The Angel trapped us!"

"Amy! Arthur!" The Doctor yelled outside. "Are you all right? What's happening?"

"Arthur, it's coming out of the television!" Amy yelped.

"The Angel is here!" Arthur informed them, still trying to open it.

"You two. Don't take your eyes off it. Keep looking. It can't move if you're looking."

"What's wrong?" River inquired.

"Deadlocked."

"But there's no deadlock," Arthur argued.

"Don't blink, Amy, Arthur. Don't even blink!" The Doctor reminded them.

"Keep focus!" Arthur told her, keep his eyes on the Angel while try the door again.

"Can you turn it off?"

"Not working."

"Try again. But don't take your eyes off the Angel."

"Easier said than done!"

"I know. But, each time it moves, it'll move faster. Don't even blink."

Amy tries closing one eye at a time. "I'm not blinking. Have you ever tried not blinking?"

Arthur grabs the remote, tries to switch it off, but it keeps switching back on. "It just keeps switching back on," Arthur noted.

"But it's just a recording!" Amy pointed out.

"No, anything that takes the image of an Angel is an Angel," the Doctor hinted. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to cut through," River explained. "It's not even warm."

"There is no way in. It's not physically possible."

Amy takes a sharp breath. "Arthur, what's it going to do to me?"

"Most of the time, send someone back to the past," Arthur answered.

"'Most of the time?!'"

"Do you want me to lie instead?"

"Still not reassuring!"

"Wait, I have an idea," Arthur suddenly said, grabbing the remote and standing beside her. "Keep looking, Amy. One, two, three, four!" He hits the pause button while there's static, causing the image of the Angel to freeze. He quickly unplugged the screen as the Doctor and River burst in.

"That was good," Amy admitted.

"That was amazing," River agreed, hugging Arthur.

"You're great too," Arthur smiles at Amy as River hugs her.

Amy looks shy. "Thanks."

"So it was here?" River looks at the screen. "That was the Angel?"

"More like a projection of the Angel," Arthur denoted.

"It's reaching out, getting a good look at us," the Doctor added. "It's no longer dormant."

There is an explosion outside. The Doctor, Arthur, and River step outside.

"Last one positive!" A cleric confirmed.

"Doctor? We're through," Father Octavian informed. "Explorer, can you check?"

"On it!" He nods and runs to help with some clerics.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Everyone climbs down a rope ladder into a very large underground space.

"Do we have a gravity globe?" The Doctor looks around.

"Grav globe," Father Octavian implored.

Arthur hands a globe to the Doctor. "Be careful."

"Where are we? What is this?" Amy pondered.

"It's an Aplan Mortarium, sometimes called a Maze of the Dead," River answered.

"What's that?"

"Well, if you happen to be a creature of living stone—" he kicks the globe into the air, where it illuminates a vast array of mausoleums and statuary. "The perfect hiding place."

"I guess this makes it a bit trickier," Father Octavian concluded.

"Duh," Arthur rolls his eyes. "What do you expect?"

"A stone Angel on the loose amongst stone statues? A lot harder than I'd prayed for."

"A needle in a haystack," River muttered.

'A needle that looks like hay," the Doctor blurted. "A hay-like needle of death. A hay-alike needle of death in a haystack of, er, statues."

"Still no," Arthur shook his head, making the Doctor grumble.

"Right. Check every single statue in this chamber. You know what you're looking for. Complete visual inspection," Father Octavian instructed,then looking at the Doctor. "One question. How do we fight it?"

"We find it, and hope," he said, and Amy follows.

River and Arthur also follow him…before Father Octavian grabs them by the arm. "He doesn't know yet, does he?" He asked them. "Who and what you two are."

"Trouble lives as a time traveller," Arthur admitted, not bothered by his unhappy look.

"It's too early in his time stream," River added.

"Well, make sure he doesn't work it out, or he's not going to help us," he warned.

"Trust me. He will," Arthur promised, yanking his hand off of him. "Besides, I don't like having my own mother go back to prison."

"Sir?" Christian called. "Side chamber. One visible exit."

"Check it out. Angelo, go with him."

▪︎▪︎▪︎

The Doctor and Amy start up the terraces. Arthur and River follow behind.

"You all right?" Arthur asked, worried about Amy who looks down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. "So, what's a Maze of the Dead?"

"A labyrinth with dead people buried in the walls. And yeah, it's bad. Sorry to ruin your day." He takes Amy's arm, grabbing an injection. "Take a deep breath. This will hurt."

Amy nods and winces. "Ow!"

"It's a viro-stabiliser," River explained as they kept moving forward. "Stabilises your metabolism against radiation, drive burn, anything. You're going to need it when we get up to that ship."

"So what's he like? In the future, I mean. Because you two know him in the future, don't you?"

"The Doctor? Well, the Doctor's the Doctor," River replied.

"Oh. Well, that's very helpful. Mind if I write that down?" Amy huffed.

"No eavesdropping," Arthur remarked, giving the Doctor a knowing look.

"Sorry, what?" The Doctor repeated, looking at him.

"No spoiler."

"I wasn't listening. I'm busy."

"Ah. The other way up," River quipped.

The Doctor turns River's portable computer around. "Yeah."

"You're so his wife," Amy whispered beside River and Arthur.

"This is the Doctor we're talking about, Amy," Arthur pointed out. "I mean…do you honestly think it could be anything like that?"

"Yep."

River smirks. If only she knows. "You're good. I'm not saying you're right, but you are very good."

Arthur startled when he heard gunfire nearby. The Doctor, River, Arthur, and Amy run back to the main group.

A young cleric, Bob, has shot up a statue. "Sorry, sorry. I thought. I thought it looked at me."

"We know what the Angel looks like," Father Octavian sternly said. "Is that the Angel?"

"No, sir."

"No, sir, it is not. According to the Doctor, we are facing an enemy of unknowable power and infinite evil, so it would be good, it would be very good, if we could all remain calm in the presence of decor."

The Doctor glances at Arthur. "What's his name?"

"Bob," Arthur responded.

"Ah, that's a great name. I love Bob."

"It's a Sacred Name. We all have Sacred Names. They're given to us in the service of the Church," Father Octavian explained.

"Sacred Bob. More like Scared Bob now, eh?" The Doctor teased.

"Yes, sir," Bob agreed.

"But that's good. My father once told me that fear can be a superpower," Arthur assured him with a pat on his back. "So, use that fear, Bob."

"Exactly," the Doctor agreed. "Anyone in this room who isn't scared is a moron. Carry on."

"We'll be moving into the maze in two minutes. You stay with Christian and Angelo. Guard the approach," Father Octavian told his mens.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Well I woke up today. And the world was a restless place. It could have been that way for me," Arthur hummed an old song his father taught him when they went in hiding from Davros.

"Isn't there a chance this lot's just going to collapse?" Amy wondered, stopping the brunette from humming. "There's a whole ship up there."

"Incredible builders, the Aplans," River mused.

"Had dinner with their Chief Architect once," the Doctor shared. "Two heads are better than one."

"What, you mean you helped him?" Amy inquired.

"No, I mean he had two heads."

Arthur looks back at his mother. "River, that book you told me…the very end, what did it say?"

"Hang on."

"Read it to us," the Doctor told her.

"'What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The time of Angels.'"

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Are we there yet? It's a hell of a climb," Amy huffed after some time passed.

"The Maze is on six levels, representing the ascent of the soul," River informed. "Only two levels to go."

"Lovely species, the Aplans. We should visit them some time," the Doctor proposed.

"Never got a chance to meet them," Arthur confessed.

"I thought they were all dead?" Amy recalled.

"So is Virginia Woolf. Me and the Doctor are on her bowling team."

"Very relaxed, sort of cheerful," the Doctor added. "Well, that's having two heads, of course. You're never short of a snog with an extra head."

"Doctor, there's something. I don't know what it is," River noted.

"Me too," Arthur admitted, sensing something off but doesn't know what.

"Yeah, there's something wrong," the Doctor nods. "Don't know what it is yet, either. Working on it. Of course, then they started having laws against self-marrying. I mean, what was that about? But that's the Church for you. Er, no offence, Bishop."

"Quite a lot taken, if that's all right, Doctor. Lowest point in the wreckage is only about fifty feet up from here," Father Octavian shrugs. "That way."

"The Church had a point, if you think about it. The divorces must have been messy," Amy guessed.

"Oh," the Doctor mumbled as he stared at the statues.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh," both River and Arthur gasped.

"Exactly," the Doctor pointed out.

"How could we have not noticed that?" River asked.

"Either they had a low level perception filter…or maybe we're gone thick like the Doctor," Arthur imparted.

"Hey!" The Doctor pouted.

Father Octavian looks at Arthur. "What's wrong?"

"Stay in your place, people. Nobody moved."

"Bishop, I am truly sorry. I've made a mistake and we are all in terrible danger," the Doctor remarked.

"What danger?" He asked.

"The Doctor mentioned that they've got two heads," Arthur noted, gripping his torch. "And since this entire place is a buried place for Aplans…why do these statues only have one head?"

"Everyone, over there. Just move. Don't ask questions, don't speak," the Doctor insisted as they move into an alcove away from the statues. "Okay, I want you all to switch off your torches."

"Sir?" Marco repeated.

"Just do it, Marco, everyone," Arthur pleaded.

"Okay," the Doctor said after every clercs turned off their torch. "I'm going to turn off this one too, just for a moment."

"Are you sure about this?"

"No."

The light goes out then back in an instant.

"Oh, my God. They've moved," Amy gasped.

The Doctor runs down the passage, and it is filled with statues coming towards them. "They're Angels. All of them."

"But that's unlikely," Arthur argued.

"Clerics, keep watching them." He runs back to a vantage point of the main cavern. All the statues are climbing up towards them. "Every statue in this Maze, every single one, is a Weeping Angel. They're coming after us."

"Rory? Rory?!" He shouted at the dark room, very afraid now that he's alone. He quickly went to the door and bangs it. "Someone, please help me! Help me!" He cries.

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

Arthur gasps, looking at the Angels, his hands trembling. Oh no. Not now. Please, not now. Not when his parents need him.

"You said they were fast. They should have had us by now," Amy stated, shifting Arthur back to their conversation.

"They're dying, losing their form," Arthur guessed, his hearts going faster. "They must have been down here for centuries, starving."

"Losing their image?"

"And their image is their power."

"Power," the Doctor mumbled before it hit him. "Power!"

"Doctor?" Amy called.

"Don't you see? All that radiation spilling out the drive burn. The crash of the Byzantium wasn't an accident, it was a rescue mission for the Angels."

"And We're in the middle of an army while it's waking up," Arthur added, gulps.

"We need to get out of here fast," River denoted, standing near Arthur, sensing how scared he is now. River wasn't sure why Arthur had this reaction to Angels. When she tries to ask him, Arthur is initially evasive before saying that he had an unpleasant experience. Nevertheless, he still insisted on participating, wanting to help her time in prison getting shorter.

Father Octavian takes the communication device. "Bob, Angelo, Christian, come in, please. Any of you, come in."

"It's Bob, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Bob, are Angelo and Christian with you? All the statues are active. I repeat, all the statues are active."

"I know, sir. Angelo and Christian are dead, sir. The statues killed them, sir."

"That's odd," Arthur remarked as the Doctor grabs Octavian's walkie-talkie.

"Bob, Sacred Bob, it's me, the Doctor," he said.

Father Octavian frowns. "I'm talking to—"

"Just let him talk," Arthur hushed him.

"Where are you now?" The Doctor asked.

"I'm on my way up to you, sir. I'm homing in on your signal."

"Ah, well done, Bob. Scared keeps you fast. Told you, didn't I. Your friends, Bob. What did the Angel do to them?"

"Snapped their necks, sir."

"That's not how the Angels kill you. They displace you in time…or overtake someone into a statue as they enter the host's mind," Arthur claimed, shudders as those memories of poor Claire Brown and Kate Nightingale came into his mind.

"Unless they needed the bodies for something," the Doctor guessed.

"Bob, did you check their data packs for vital signs?" Father Octavian inquired. "We may be able to initiate a rescue plan."

"Oh, don't be an idiot. The Angels don't leave you alive. Bob, keep running. But tell me, how did you escape?"

"I didn't escape, sir. The Angel killed me, too."

"What do you mean, the Angel killed you?"

"Snapped my neck, sir. Wasn't as painless as I expected, but it was pretty quick, so that was something."

"If you're dead, how can I be talking to you?"

"It stripped his cerebral cortex from his body and re-animated a version of Bob's consciousness to communicate with us," Arthur realised, covering his mouth while his head spinning wild. The Angels being here definitely murked his visions.

Twice already his power was useless.

The Doctor grimly nods. "So when you say you're on your way up to us—"

"It's the Angel that's coming, sir, yes. No way out."

"Then we get out through the wreckage," Father Octavian ordered. "Go!"

"Go, go, go. All of you run," the Doctor gestures to them.

"Doctor," Amy said, looking down.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Just go. Go, go, go," he insisted, leaving him, Arthur, and Octavian. 'Yeah. Called you an idiot. Sorry, but there's no way we could have rescued your men."

"I know that, sir. And when you've flown away in your little blue box, I'll explain that to their families," he remarked, his eyes narrowed at Arthur before walks away.

"Angel Bob. Which Angel am I talking to? The one from the ship?"

"Yes, sir. And the other Angels are still restoring."

"Ah, so the Angel is not in the wreckage. Thank you," he ends it as they both run past Amy. "Don't wait for me. Go, run."

"I can't. No, really, I can't," Amy whispered.

"Why not?" Arthur asked.

"Look at it. Look at my hand. It's stone."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not!"

The Doctor's examining Amy, flashing a torch in her eyes. "You looked into the eyes of an Angel, didn't you?"

"I couldn't stop myself. I tried," Amy told him.

"Listen. It's messing with your head. Your hand is not made of stone."

"It is. Look at it!"

"It's in your mind. I promise you. You can move that hand. You can let go," the Doctor reassured.

"I can't, okay?" Amy overwhelmed. "I've tried and I can't. It's stone."

The torchlight begins to flicker. "Amy," Arthur called. "The Angel is gonna come and it's gonna turn this light off. You need to move your hand!"

"I told you, I can't."

"Then we're going to die," the Doctor stated.

"You're not going to die," Amy disagreed.

"They'll kill the lights," Arthur reminded her, catching the light flickering off and the Angels moving closer.

"You've got to go," Amy looks at the Doctor. "You know you have. You've got all that stuff with River and Arthur and that's all got to happen. You know you can't die here!"

"Time can be rewritten, it doesn't work like that," the Doctor pointed out as the light flickers again and Amy turns to look at the Angels. "Keep your eyes on it. Don't blink."

"Run!"

"Not gonna happen," Arthur persisted.

"I don't need you two to die for me. Do I look that clingy?"

"You can move your hand," the Doctor implored.

"It's stone," Amy replied.

"It's not stone!"

"Those people up there will die without you. If you two stay here with me, you'll have as good as killed them."

"Be warned, Amy," Arthur suddenly said.

"For what?" She asks before she senses someone bites her hand. The ginger screams, moving it.

"See, not stone. Now run!" The Doctor drags her with him and Arthur.

"You bit me!" Amy accused.

"Yet, you're alive," Arthur added.

"I've got a mark! Look at my hand!"

"It's not that bad!"

"Just look at his teeth!"

"Again, not that bad!"

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"More of them are coming," Arthur informed as they joined with others. "And they're draining the power for themselves."

"Which means we won't be able to see them," Father Octavian said.

"Which means we can't stay here," the Doctor mentioned.

"Two more incoming."

River looks at Father Octavian. "Any suggestions?"

"The statues are advancing on all sides. We don't have the climbing equipment to reach the Byzantium."

"So there's no way up, no way back, no way out," Arthur concluded.

"No pressure, but this is usually when you have a really good idea," River alluded to the Doctor.

"There's always a way out," the Doctor assured her.

"Doctor? Can I speak to the Doctor, please?" Angel Bob asked from a communication device.

"Hello, Angels. What's your problem?"

"Your power will not last much longer, and the Angels will be with you shortly. Sorry, sir."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"There's something the Angels are very keen you should know before the end."

"Which is?"

"I died in fear."

"I'm sorry?"

"You and the Explorer told me my fear would keep me alive, but I died afraid, in pain and alone. You two made me trust you, and when it mattered, you let me down."

"What are they doing?" Amy whispered.

"They're trying to make him angry," River replied.

"And make me feel more guilty," Arthur added grimly.

"I'm sorry, sir. The Angels were very keen for you to know that. And they also want to tell the Explorer that his punishment shall happen very soon."

The Doctor grips the device, his mouth set in a hard line. "Well then, the Angels have made their second mistake because I'm not going to let that pass. I'm sorry you're dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you, they will be sorrier."

"But you're both trapped, sir, and about to die."

"Yeah. I'm trapped. And you know what? Speaking of traps, this trap has got two great big mistakes in it. Two great, big, whopping mistakes."

"What mistake, sir?"

"Trust me?" He inquired.

Amy nods. "Yeah."

He turns to both River and Arthur. "Trust me?"

"Always," they both said in unison.

"You lot, trust me?" He asked the rest.

"Sir, two more incoming," Marco warned.

"We have faith, sir," Father Octavian answered.

"Then, Arthur, give me your gun. I'm about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous. When I do, jump!"

"Jump where?"

"Just jump, high as you can," he simply said as he caught the gun that Arthur threw.

"Be ready when you see the signal," Arthur instructed.

Father Octavian frowns. "What signal?"

"You know when you see it."

"Sorry, can I ask again? You mentioned two mistakes we made," Angel Bob cut in.

The Doctor points the gun at the hull of the Byzantium. "Oh, two big mistakes. First, you tried to guilt-trip my friend, Arthur. I won't let that pass. Second, didn't anyone ever tell you there's one thing you never put in a trap? If you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing you never, ever put in a trap."

"And what would that be, sir?"

"Me."

He shoots at the Byzantium.