𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

Blink Pt. 1

*Wester Drumlin*

On a dark wet night, a woman climbs over a lovely set of wrought iron gates with a 'Danger Keep Out Unsafe Structure London County Council' notice on them and goes up the gravel driveway to the big house. She breaks in through a boarded-up window and takes photographs of the plastic covered chandeliers resting on the floors, and other pieces of furniture. Then she notices the letter B peeking from underneath a piece of peeling wallpaper. She pulls at it to reveal the words 'Beware the weeping angels'. Underneath that is 'Oh, and duck! Really, duck! Sally Sparrow duck, now!'. So, she ducks just before the window behind her is broken by a thrown pot, which bounces off the wall and breaks on the floor. The light of her torch reveals a statue outside, a winged angel with its hands covering its face. She goes back to the wall and pulls off more paper to reveal -
Love from the Doctor & {Y/N} -1969

"Kathy?" Sally calls out.

The Doctor and {Y/N} are on a monitor screen in a room at the far end of the hallway.

"Yet. They're coming. They're coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this" the Doctor says with his glasses on, {Y/N} looks up also with her glasses on.

"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" {Y/N} says, there are lots of screens in the room with the image of the Doctor, {Y/N}, occasionally both of them, and one with them and Martha.

*Time skip*

"Hello?"

"Bit freaked. Need to talk. Making you a coffee" Sally says quickly.

"Sally Sparrow, it's one in the morning. Do you think I'm coming round at one in the morning?" Kathy her friend replies.

"No. I'm in the kitchen. What's that on all those screens in your front room?"

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Sally, you've met my brother Larry, haven't you?"

"No."

"You're about to" the door opens and a man, who is naked at least down to three inches below his navel appears.

"Okay. Not sure, but really, really hoping. Pants?"

"No"

"Put them on! Put them on! I hate you! What're you thinking?" Kathy yells running into the kitchen Larry puts his hands up and walks away "sorry. My useless brother. Sally? What's wrong? What's happened?"

*Wester Drumlin*

Sally and Kathy climb the gates in daylight.

"Okay, let's investigate! You and me, girl investigators. Love it. Hey! Sparrow and Nightingale. That so works" Kathy says.

"Bit ITV."

"I know!" Kathy replies "what did you come here for anyway?"

"I love old things. They make me feel sad."

"What's good about sad?"

"It's happy for deep people" Sally looks at the writing on the wall, then walks out into the conservatory to look at the garden "the Weeping Angel."

"Not bad in my garden."

"It's moved."

"It's what?"

"Since yesterday. I'm sure of it. It's closer. It's got closer to the house" they walk back inside "how can my name be written here? How is that possible?" suddenly the doorbell rings.

"Who'd come here? What are you doing? It could be a burglar."

"A burglar who rings the doorbell?"

"Ok. I'll stay here in case of..." Kathy trails off.

"In case of?"

"Incidents?"

"Ok" Sally says walking off, she soon arrives at the front door and opens it.

"I'm looking for Sally Sparrow" the man says.

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

"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?" Kathy hears a noise and investigates "how did he know I was coming here? I didn't tell anyone. How could anyone have known?"

"It's all a bit complicated. I'm not sure I understand it myself" the statue is closer to the house. Kathy turns away, and the statue's hands are lowered from its eyes "I'm sorry, I feel really stupid, but I was told to make absolutely sure. It's so hard to tell with these little photographs, isn't it?"

"Apparently" the statue is inside the conservatory.

"Well, here goes, I suppose. Funny feeling, after all these years."

"Who's it from?"

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

"Give me a name."

"Katherine Wainwright" the statue is behind Kathy, reaching for her.

"But she specified I should tell you that prior to marriage she was called Kathy Nightingale" a bang sounds from somewhere in the house.

"Kathy?"

"Kathy, yes. Katherine Costello Nightingale."

"Is this a joke?"

"A joke?"

"Kathy, is this you? Very funny" Sally says walking back into the house followed by the man "Kathy?" the statue is outside again, hands over its eyes "Kathy? Kathy!"

"Please, you need to take this. I promised."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I made a promise."

"Who to?"

"My grandmother. Katherine Costello Nightingale."

"Your grandmother?"

"Yes. She died twenty years ago" Sally opens the envelope. It contains old photographs of a woman.

"So, they're related?"

"I'm sorry?"

"My Kathy, your grandmother. They're practically identical" Sally reads the letter with the photographs.

"My dearest Sally Sparrow. If my grandson has done as he promises he will, then as you read these words it has been mere minutes since we last spoke. For you. For me, it has been over sixty years. The third of the photographs is of my children. The youngest is Sally. I named her after you, of course."

"This is sick. This is totally sick" she throws down the photographs and letter, and runs up the staircase "Kathy? Kathy! Kathy?" at the top of the stairs, on the landing, are three statues, each hiding its eyes in different ways. One is holding a Yale key on a chain. As Sally crouches to look at the statue, the one behind her reveals its eyes. Sally takes the key and turns. It hides its eyes again. Sally hears the sound of the front door closes and runs downstairs, just before the statue that had the key can touch her "no, wait! Hang on!" the man is heading down the driveway. Sally picks up the photographs and letters that he has collected and put on the bottom of the banister rail, and runs outside. The statues watch her from the windows, she runs to a café to read the rest of the letter.

"I suppose, unless I live to a really exceptional old age, I will be long gone as you read this. Don't feel sorry for me. I have led a good and full life. I've loved a good man and been well loved in return. You would have liked Ben. He was the very first person I met in 1920." Sally visits Ben and Kathy's grave, and lays flowers "to take one breath in 2007 and the next in 1920 is a strange way to start a new life, but a new life is exactly what I've always wanted."

"1902? You told him you were eighteen? You lying cow."

"My mum and dad are gone by your time, so really there's only Lawrence to tell. He works at the DVD store on Queen Street. I don't know what you're going to say to him, but I know you'll think of something. Just tell him I love him" a statue watches Sally leave the graveyard.

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