text: [Themes: fan fiction, RPG]
  
  "Amanda!" you yell from the kitchen. "I swear, if you don't turn the telly down, I will KILL YOU!"
  
  The blaring from the living room drowns out her response, which drives you mad. You tap your foot impatiently. I will wait five seconds before I go in there, you tell yourself.
  
  One.....Two.....Three.....Four.....
  
  "'Manda! I'm coming in there!" You say furiously as you storm from the kitchen. The living room's lights are dimmed, so the glare from the telly makes you blink. Amanda is curled up on the couch, her eyes glued on the screen. Her red hair is a mess, and she is dressed in rumpled up pajamas.
  
  "Amanda," you say as you grab the remote. "You really need to stop this! Your head is going to explode from the sound."
  
  "Shut it, Jess!" Amanda shushes you. "Turn it up, this is really important!" You roll your eyes and listen to your roommate.
  
  The reporter is just finishing up a story. "...and the residents of Greenwich should be more cautious. The number of robberies and break-ins have increased over the last two weeks. So, make sure to lock your doors when you leave to house."
  
  "So?" you say as you turn it off. "It's just some robberies. Nothing unusual."
  
  "But he said it was happening in Greenwich! That's here, in case you forgot!" Amanda says as she gets up from the couch. She stretches, and walks with you to the front door. "We have the same chance of getting robbed as anyone else here!"
  
  "'Manda," you turn around, exasperated. "Who in creation would want to break into the flat of two twenty-year old women that can barely pay the rent? It's not like we have anything of value here."
  
  You grab your purse from the table by the door. Glancing into the mirror, you check to see that your hair is still in its place, and your mascara hasn't smudged. Pleased, you turn to Amanda.
  
  "We have a telly, a microwave, a DVD player, and some jewelry upstairs, Jess!" Her green eyes flash with fear. Amanda is always worried that someone would break into the flat that you share and steal everything you have.
  
  "Oh, for God's sake. Listen to me. No one is going to rob us!" You unlock the door. "Right, I'm going out."
  
  "Make sure you get some more apples. We're nearly out," Amanda reminds you.
  
  "Yeah, don't worry. I'll remember." You walk into the hallway. "Lock the door behind me!"
  
  Your best friend lets out a retort as you close the door in her face. Time to go to town.
  
  [Author's Note: "The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles." Venture into the life of Jessica Rowell, an ordinary young woman in the heart of London. She yearns for something beyond the everyday boredom of normal life, but never receives the perfect opportunity. But one night, when she goes into town, she meets a man. And that is where her life changes forever... NOTE: I do not own anything related to the Doctor Who franchise. I only own my OC, Jess Rowell. Everything else is simply not mine. I give all credit to the owners and writers of Doctor Who.]
  
  > Going Shopping
  You walk down the street, carrying a bag of groceries. The car is just down the street. Thank God. Once again, you made the mistake to wear heels to the shop.
  
  Trying to shift your grip on the bag, you stop for just a moment. The bag is really heavy, since you decided to buy a few more things that you saw. You get a good grip just as a man runs straight into you.
  
  "Oh, God!" You moan as your bag falls to the concrete sidewalk at your feet. Something broke inside of it; you could hear the smashing sound. "Thanks a lot! There's my week's pay, gone!"
  
  You look up at the man who ran into you. "Sorry! I am so sorry!"
  
  He is in a tweed jacket, a striped shirt, and a bow tie. You can't see his face, since he is bending over the bag on the ground. You get down on your knees next to him. Sighing, you say, "It's alright. Not your fault, anyway. I should have seen you coming."
  
  The man looks up at you, finally showing his face. All you think is, Blimey, he has a big chin. His eyes quickly scan you, sizing you up. "What's your name?" he asks.
  
  "Jess. Jess Rowell." you say calmly as you pick up some apples. "And, you are...?"
  
  "The Doctor," he says as he puts the now broken mug into the bag.
  
  "Doctor who?" you ask him.
  
  "Just the Doctor." Finished, he stands up. You pick up your bag and get up.
  
  "The Doctor?" you muse. "Well, Doctor, let me ask you this. Why were you running so fast?"
  
  "It's quicker than walking. Now, I really have to go. It's important." he explains. And, just like that, he's gone. You can see his head in the crowd before that disappears as well.
  
  You walk towards the car. Might as well go home.
  
  > Cell Phone
  You turn on the phone, and see your frequent contacts on the screen. Who would you like to call?
  
  > call Mum
  "Hello?" Mum's voice comes over the speaker.
  
  "Hey, Mum. It's Jess." you say.
  
  "Jess! How are you, sweetie?" she asks.
  
  "Oh, you know. I'm doing alright. Amanda is....well. You can imagine."
  
  "I do believe I can. Listen, sweetheart. I'd love to talk some more, but I need to call for my job interview. Maybe you can come 'round for tea sometime soon?"
  
  "Yeah! That sounds great, Mum. Love you!" you chirp.
  
  "Love you too, Jess."
  
  Click!
  
  > Notebook
  You open the notebook and flip through the pages. But, do you really need to be reading through this now?
  
  > Home Again
  "'Manda! I'm back!" you yell as you shut the door behind you. "You wouldn't believe what happened. This bloke made me drop my bag. And I'm not going to get my pay till next week, so we're going to have to think of something."
  
  You walk into the kitchen, and place the bag on the countertop. The only lights on are the ones in the kitchen and in the front hall. "Amanda, can you help us with this?"
  
  Amanda doesn't answer, so she must be sleeping. Fine. I won't make breakfast for you tomorrow, you think to yourself. Sighing, you shove the entire bag into the trash. Just one look at the things in it shows that nothing can be saved.
  
  "'Manda, where are you?" Instead of her calling back to you, silence fills the flat. "Amanda. Get up!" You walk into the living room, mumbling to yourself. "When I see her, I swear, I will-"
  
  You stop when you turn on the lights. "Oh, my God! 'MANDA!" The living room is in ruin. The couch is turned over, nearly torn in half. The TV is on the floor, the screen cracked. The window is broken, and glass is all over the floor.
  
  "'Manda! Are you okay?!" you scream as you run towards her room. The door is locked, which is a good sign. That means whoever broke in wasn't able to get into her room.
  
  "Amanda! Open up, it's me!" She doesn't respond. You pound on the door. "Amanda, open the door!"
  
  Silence is the only thing that responds. What am I going to do?!
  
  > call for Help
  You whip out your phone and dial for help. "Come on, come on, come on!"
  
  "Hello?" A cool voice sounds over the speaker.
  
  "Yes! Oh, thank God! Listen! Someone broke into my house, and my roommate isn't answering when I yell for her, but she has to be there since the door is locked and they can't have locked the door since they couldn't have gotten inside her room, so-"
  
  "Ma'am, please, calm down. Now, did someone break into your house?"
  
  "Yes!" you say impatiently. "I was out when it happened, but my friend, Amanda Winters, she was here in our flat. And she isn't answering when I called for her, and she isn't opening the door when I knock. You have to send someone over here!"
  
  The woman on the other end is clearly annoyed. "Alright, ma'am, just tell me. Was anything taken?"
  
  That makes you pause. "I, I don't think so. Everything just seems broken. But the kitchen is alright, and so is the front hall. But, I think my room is wrecked and I know that the living room is ruined."
  
  "So, at least two rooms have been searched?"
  
  "Yes!"
  
  The woman asks for the address, which you say rapidly. C'mon, hurry up! Amanda could be hurt or worse!
  
  "One last question ma'am. Did you meet someone while you were out?"
  
  That makes you freeze. You blood begins to turn to ice. How the hell did they know about that?!
  
  "I, uh, I don't see why that's important." you say nervously.
  
  "Did you meet a man called the Doctor?" Her voice has taken a curious tone, but you can still hear the ice in her voice.
  
  "No." you say after a pause. "No, I didn't."
  
  "Oh, what a pity." she mumbles. "Don't worry, we will be over in just a few minutes."
  
  "Thank God. Thank you." you say, and hang up. What was that all about? How did they know about the Doctor? God, this is scary.
  
  "Amanda, if you don't open up, I swear I will break the door down myself!"
  
  You don't bother to wait for her response. You hurry over to the kitchen and pull out the drawer that holds the tools. Where is that hammer?!
  
  That's when the front door opens.
  
  > A Familiar Intruder
  You freeze, the hammer that you found clenched in your hand. Whoever ransacked your flat has come back. That cannot be good for you, since you're in it.
  
  Should I hide? Should I turn off the lights? Or should I go out there and confront him? All of these thoughts are going through your head.
  
  A man pokes his head into the flat. You nearly drop the hammer in surprise.
  
  "You!" you call out from the kitchen doorway.
  
  The Doctor turns to look at you. He looks stunned that you are here. "Jess?"
  
  "What are you doing in my house?!" you shout at him.
  
  "Oi! Keep it down." The Doctor shushes you, annoyed.
  
  You storm up to him, angry. "Now listen here, Doctor!" you say while pointing the hammer at him. "I've had one mad day, and I don't need you to tell me what I can or can't do in my own house!" You jabbed him lightly at the word "house."
  
  He doesn't even blink at your shouting. "Let's see what's over here," he walks off towards the living room. He takes something from his pocket, and starts flashing it around the ruined space. It reminds you of a torch, but instead of providing a lot of light, it gives of a sort of green glow.
  
  He holds it up, straight, and observes it. "Doctor, or whatever your name is. Listen, alright? I already called the police, they're on their way. You don't need to be investigating! Besides, they'll probably think you were the one who broke in!"
  
  "Oh, they can't help you, Jess." he says as he goes towards Amanda's room.
  
  "Of course they can help! They're the police!"
  
  He seems to ignore you, which drives you mad. You get in front of him, and point your hammer at him again.
  
  "Now listen here. I want to know why I keep running into you, and why you broke into my house."
  
  "I didn't know it was your house!" he says, exasperated.
  
  "Oh, sure you didn't! You probably followed me home! You saw my car, and you just happened to run into me in the city! But I am busy right now. I have enough on my plate without some crazy man following me home like a lost dog!"
  
  "I didn't follow you home. I was tracing the signal that the Angels were giving off. There are a lot here, though I don't have a clue why they choose Greenwich."
  
  "Oh, for God's sake!" You have had enough of him. You turn your back, and storm down the hall. You reach Amanda's door.
  
  "Alright, Amanda! I'm coming in!" you shout at the door.
  
  "Who are you talking to?" The Doctor asks.
  
  You sigh, and turn around. "My friend has locked herself in her room. She wouldn't respond earlier, and she won't unlock the door so I'm going to get in with this hammer."
  
  The Doctor moves past you and flashes his torch at it. You look at the door in shock as it swings open.
  
  "What is that?" you ask, pointing at the torch. He twirls it, obviously showing off.
  
  "Sonic screwdriver. Now, you said your friend is in here, right?"
  
  "Yes!" you say, and enter the room.
  
  > The Stone Angel
  The room is in tatters, which you didn't expect. Everything is either broken or shredded. The window is broken, letting the night breeze chill the room. Amanda's bed is ripped apart. You notice that the curtains are ripped as well, but it looks like claws have been taken to them.
  
  You step carefully in the room, trying to be quiet. "Amanda?" you call out. "'Manda, it's alright. It's me, Jess. Don't worry, the police are on their way. You can come out."
  
  You have the ridiculous thought that she's hiding in the closet. Well, if you were in her position, you would do the same.
  
  "'Manda," you say as you place your hand on the doorknob. As you turn the knob, you can hear the Doctor shout behind you, "Jess, no!"
  
  You open the door, and scream. A statue is in the closet, but it is the scariest statue that you have ever seen. It's clearly an angel, but all angelic traits stop there. It's mouth is wide open, revealing razor sharp fangs. It's hands are stretched towards you, like it wants to strangle you. Claws replace fingernails, which completes the whole "Demon angel" look.
  
  You shut the door in a hurry. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What is that?"
  
  "No, no, no!" the Doctor shouts. He grabs your hand and drags you away from the room, leading you down the stairs.
  
  "Ow! Doctor! Where are you taking me? And what is that angel doing in "Manda's room?!"
  
  You both are running out the door, and down the stairs. "Do you have your car keys?" the Doctor says as you burst from the house.
  
  "Wha-? Yeah, I got keys!" you say, confused.
  
  "Good. I need to drive to Greenwich Park."
  
  > Getaway
  You slam the passenger's door shut. The Doctor takes the wheel, and turns to face you. "Right, Jess, do you trust me?"
  
  "I..well...yeah, I guess." you say, shocking yourself.
  
  The Doctor smiles. "Good," he says and puts his foot on the gas. You are shoved back into your seat as he whirls away from your home.
  
  "You haven't answered me, Doctor! Where is 'Manda?"
  
  He eyes are glued to the road, but he says, "She's gone."
  
  The ice that started to form in your blood earlier has spread all throughout you. "What?! How can she be gone?" You think back to that angel statue. "Does that angel have anything to do with it? And how did it get in? I'm sure that Amanda didn't have that in her closet before all of this."
  
  The Doctor yanks hard on the wheel, sending you crashing against the door. The car squeals as it turns to the right. You have to fight down the urge to scream as he yanks the wheel again.
  
  "Those things, those angles. They aren't real statues. They're called the Weeping Angels."
  
  "That thing didn't look like it was weeping to me!" you shout as the Doctor glances in the rearview mirror.
  
  "They usually have their hands over their faces. You see, they're quantum-locked, so they can't look at one another, otherwise they become statues. It's the perfect defense system; as soon as you look at them, they turn to stone."
  
  "So...as soon as you look away...." you say, dread starting to build inside of you.
  
  "They can move, or, in this case, follow you."
  
  "Alright. So, they're living statues. But who would make something like that?!"
  
  The Doctor has just enough time to look at you with amusement before he has to continue driving. "No. They don't come from Earth. They're aliens."
  
  You look at him with surprise and bemusement. "Aliens? Like...from Mars?"
  
  "No, don't be stupid. They aren't from Mars!"
  
  "Fine! The Angels aren't from Mars! But where is Amanda?!"
  
  The Doctor slams on the breaks, making your heart nearly stop. He looks behind him, and breathes a sigh of relief. "They didn't follow us."
  
  "Doctor! Answer me!" you plead, truly scared now.
  
  He turns to face you; his eyes are full of sadness and regret. "Jess, oh Jessica Rowell. I'm so sorry."
  
  "Sorry? Sorry for what?!"
  
  "Amanda is gone." he says sadly. "When a Weeping Angel touches you, it transports you through time and space, until you are decades in the past. If Amanda was near one, and you can't find her-"
  
  "STOP IT!" you shout. "Just stop it RIGHT NOW! You're mad! Statues can't move, and they can't send people through time!"
  
  You want to prove him wrong, but how?
  
  > Calling Amanda
  You get out of the car, and pull your phone out of your purse. You dial in 'Manda's number, and wait for her to pick up her phone.
  
  "Come on, Amanda. Pick up the bloody phone, pick it up!" you say as the Doctor gets out of the car.
  
  "Hi, it's Amanda! I'm busy at the moment, so leave a message. I'll call you back later!" her voice calls out from the phone.
  
  "For God's sake!" you yell in frustration.
  
  "Jess," the Doctor says. He takes the phone away from your trembling hands. "Jess, I'm sorry, she's gone."
  
  "She CAN'T be gone!" you yell. "She just left her phone at the house. Or maybe she just-"
  
  You trail off, unsure of what to say. "Can we save her? Doctor, can we save her?"
  
  He pauses, but only for a second. "Of course. Yes, we can. But I need to find the Angels first."
  
  You are about to ask how you are going to do that when your phone rings in the Doctor's hand. Your eyes widen. "Oh, my God! It's Amanda!"
  
  You snatch the phone away from him. "Amanda?! Are you okay?!" you practically scream into the phone.
  
  "Jess....I'm so, so sorry. I am really sorry." Amanda's voice comes from the phone. The phone is shaking so badly next to your ear that you can barely hear her.
  
  "Wh-what are you going on about. Amanda, it's a simple question. Are you okay?"
  
  "Jess....it's sort of complicated. I'm...I'm..."
  
  She's suddenly cut off. "What? You're what?! 'Manda?!" You look at the phone. CALL ENDED.
  
  "No! God, no!" you scream at the phone. "Amanda!"
  
  Oh, God. Amanda is in trouble. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
  
  "Doctor, we need to find Amanda now!" you cry, still staring at your phone. The Doctor grabs you by the shoulders, shocking you.
  
  "Jess, Jess look at me." You raise your eyes to his. "Jess, I promise you, I will help you find Amanda. But we need to find the Angels first."
  
  You nod, and ask, "Where do we start?"
  
  > Finding the Weeping Angels
  "So...alien statues that can move like the park?" you ask the Doctor. Even though it's late, you can still see people walking along the paths.
  
  "It's a good place. Plenty of people, so they can't grow hungry." he comments. He got out his green torch again and is pointing it in all directions.
  
  "Don't they realize what they're doing is wrong? Sending people back into the past and eating their...whatever you called it."
  
  "Don't you realize that it's wrong to raise animals just to butcher them later in life and eat them?" he says calmly.
  
  You stare at him. "Well, excuse me! Animals are one thing, but living people are another! And for God's sake, what are you doing with that thing?!" You point at the device in his hands.
  
  "It's a sonic screwdriver. And I'm tracing the Angels signal."
  
  "With a screwdriver." you say incredulously as you walk along side him. "You're tracing the things that took my friend with a screwdriver."
  
  "Oi!" he complains. "It's a good screwdriver. You're just jealous."
  
  "Jealous?! I'm worried about my friends life at the moment! I don't have time to be jealous over a lousy screwdriver that can apparently find the aliens that took her!"
  
  Your shouting drew the attention of the man sitting on the bench nearby. You grin and wave your hand, embarrassed. He shakes his head, gets up, and leaves.
  
  "Great. Now people think I'm mad." you complain to the Doctor.
  
  He ignores you, probably because his screwdriver started to beep.
  
  "Oi! Doctor, I'm talking to you!" you shout.
  
  "Never mind that! We know where the Angels are now." He whips around to face you. "Right. Now, I'm not saying that you shouldn't come with me-"
  
  "But you're saying that I should go wait in the car while you risk your life against Weeping Angels. And God help you against that single one."
  
  "No. There's more, actually. I picked up five on the screwdriver, at least. And, you're right."
  
  "Wha..? About what?"
  
  "Staying here!" he says as he walks away towards the trees.
  
  "OI!" you shout.
  
  Your mind is whirling. You have the option to stay here or to go after the Doctor.
  
  > follow the Doctor
  "OI!" you shout after the Doctor. "You get back here, right now!"
  
  He ignores your completely, and continues to head toward the tree line. You sigh, annoyed. "Oh, if you think I'm hiding in the car, you are wrong, Doctor!" you say to yourself. You grab the hammer you got from earlier, and hurry after him
  
  The trees block the view of the rest of the park. Snatches of moonlight illuminate through the thick branches overhead. It's bad enough that you have no clue where these Weeping Angels are; the absence of light makes it worse. For all you know, they could be right behind you, ready to transport you back through time and space.
  
  "Stop thinking like that, Jess." you say to yourself. "Just try to find the Doctor...and then you can find Amanda." As if answering your call, the wind blows through the trees, chilling you to the bone.
  
  How big is this tree line?! It just keeps going, and going. You realize that this is the perfect place for the Angels to hide. Remembering what the Doctor said, you start to look all around you for anything stone.
  
  The loud ringing of your phone makes you jump. You whip it out, and see that it's Amanda. Pressing the accept button, you whisper into the phone, "Oh, my God, 'Manda. You called me at a really bad time!"
  
  "Sorry, Jess, I know. But, listen to me! Are you at the house? Because someone broke in, and-"
  
  "I'm fine. I'm at Greenwich Park right now." You duck behind a tree trunk, and grip the hammer tightly. All of this sneaking around and whispering is starting to freak you out. "Look, can I call you back later? This is probably the worst time to call me!"
  
  "No, no this can't wait!" Amanda's voice indicates that she is close to tears. "Jess, just listen. You know those big old trees in the park?"
  
  "Yes, I know about them! I'm sort of in the middle of them right now. 'Manda, why is it so important?"
  
  "Oh, thank God!" You can hear the relief in her voice. "Jess, I'm in the center. I need you to find me. They took me. The people who broke in took me, and they're starving me. I'm so hungry....and so cold...." In your mind's eye, you can see Amanda, huddled under the trees, crying softly as she talks to you, "Jess, you have to find me."
  
  "Alright. Amanda, just stay calm, alright? Don't panic, I'm on my way. Tell me, where are you? Like, is there a particular tree nearby, or some rocks, or-"
  
  Amanda cuts you off with a sudden intake of breath. "Oh, my God. They're back. Dammit, Jess, they're back. They're going to kill me! Oh, God, Jess help me!"
  
  "'Manda!" you say, forgetting to keep your voice down. "Amanda, just run! Don't look back, just-"
  
  Your phone suddenly goes dead. Not a second afterward, a high-pitched scream tears through the peaceful night air. Your on your feet and running toward the sound,
  
  "'Manda! I'm coming!"
  
  Low-hanging branches cut you as you run through the foliage, but you don't have the time to acknowledge the pain. You need to get to Amanda, before it's too late. But it's already to late! a voice in your head says. She's gone! The Angels sent her back, and you won't see her again.
  
  SHUT UP, you shout in your head. She cannot be gone, she can't be! You continue to run towards where you heard the scream. The trees and plants suddenly open up to a wide clearing. Fog clings to the ground, making the night seem more eerie.
  
  "AMANDA!" you shout. She does not respond your call. Instead of her, the last person on Earth you want to see runs through the trees.
  
  "What the hell are you doing here?! I thought I told you to go back to the car!" the Doctor says angrily. "I gave you instructions, instructions that would keep you safe!"
  
  "Just SHUT UP, Doctor!" you shout. "Amanda is here. The Weeping Angels must have taken her! She just called me, she really did. But then, my phone went dead and..."
  
  You trail off, realizing something. "I...I was sure that she was over here...Didn't her scream....?" You can't even complete your sentence. Oh....damn it. Damn, damn, damn. If Amanda's scream came from here...and two people were trying to find her....
  
  "Don't. Blink." The Doctor says slowly. A statue, which wasn't there a moment ago, appeared no more than ten yards away from you. Its arms are spread wide, like in a welcoming gesture, but its face shows nothing. No emotion is coming from this Angel.
  
  Your hammer drops to the ground. "Oh...Y-You said that there were...five, right? S-so where....?"
  
  The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, which isn't a good sign. Eyes still glued to the Angel in front of you, you take out your phone, and look at the screen.
  
  Another Angel, with claws and fangs extended is only a few centimeters from you. "Doctor," you gasp.
  
  "Jess. Jess, listen to me. I need you to duck. Right now."
  
  "Wha..? Duck?! Why?!"
  
  "Jessica Rowell, for God's sake, DUCK!"
  
  His tone is so forceful that you obey. You whirl around, expecting the Angel behind you to pounce. But it remains motionless.
  
  "Wha...But..." you stutter.
  
  "They're looking at one another. Now they're frozen forever, forced to remain statues for enterinty." The Doctor mutters quietly. You realize, with a start, that your trembling. Not very brave, but you can't really blame yourself.
  
  That's when your phone begins to vibrate.
  
  > Amanda, the Weeping Angel
  Bzzz. Bzzz.Bzzz.
  
  You pull out your phone from your pocket and stare at it in shock, finally off the ground. This shouldn't be possible. First off, your phone died a while ago. And second, you were sure that you didn't turn it on vibrate. Didn't it ring when Amanda called you?!
  
  "Jess," the Doctor says quietly. "Don't, answer, the phone."
  
  You stare at your phone like it's a bomb. It continues to ring, until-
  
  "Jess! Hey, Jess, it's me." Amanda's voice comes out from the speaker.
  
  You don't say a word. How the hell is this happening?! The Angels took her, you remember that. She screamed when they did; it sounded like a dying screech.
  
  "Jess? Jess, it's alright. It's me, 'Manda!" She pauses, waiting for you to say something. "Aren't you going to talk to me?"
  
  That's when the Doctor takes over. He walks over to you and takes the phone from your hand. "This is the Doctor speaking," he says loudly. "Amanda, are you hurt?"
  
  "No, I'm alright, except-"
  
  "If your not hurt, then run. Don't go to your family; you'll just put them in danger as well. Go somewhere safe, got it?"
  
  "Doctor, I need to speak to Jess. It's important." You don't like the way Amanda is speaking. Her voice is so calm and carefree that you know something has happened to her. Something terrible.
  
  "What is it, 'Manda? Where are you? Listen, those statues, you need to stay away from them. Did they get you earlier? Did they hurt you?"
  
  "Jess...I'm alright. I'm nearby, I can see you now. Don't worry, I'm bringing some friends with me. They can help."
  
  Your heart is beating so fast that your afraid it may stop. "You...you had enough time to escape the Weeping Angels and find some friends before you found us? That shouldn't be possible. You screamed-"
  
  "Jess!" the Doctor shouts. You look behind you, and see the another Angel. It's smiling, holdi