The Doctor And I

The Time of Angels - The Image of An Angel Becomes An Angel Itself

Bailee's POV-

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

"Deadly to an Angel?" Father Octavian asks.

"Dinner to an Angel. The longer we leave it there, the stronger it will grow. Who built that temple? Are they still around?" The Doctor changes the subject.

"The Aplans. Indigenous life form. They died out four hundred years ago." River informs us.

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

"Whoo! You lot, you're everywhere. You're like rabbits. I'll never get done saving you." He grins slightly.

"Sir, if there is a clear and present danger to the local population.." Father Octavian begins, but is interrupted by The Doctor.

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

"Verger, how are we doing with those explosives? Doctor Song, with me." Father Octavian commands.

"Two minutes. Sweetie, I need you." River says addressing The Doctor.

"Sweetie?" He says confusedly, and Amy gives me a meaningful glance, walking off to talk to a soldier, leaving me to my own thoughts.

"Anybody need me? Nobody?" I announce to the camp. I turn around and go back into where the monitor of the Angel was, curious for another look. But there's something wrong. It's face is raised from his hands and starting to look over its shoulder. I thought this was a four second loop? I can hear River and The Doctor outside, and their conversation interrupts my thoughts about the Angel.

"I found this. Definitive work on the Angels. Well, the only one. Written by a madman. It's barely readable, but I've marked a few passages." I hear the rustling of pages, The Doctor evidently flicking through something River has given him.

"Not bad. Bit slow in the middle. Didn't you hate his girlfriend? No. No, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." I hear sniffing. Did he just sniff the book?? I like my head out the door of the place I'm in and sneak a glance at The Doctor, conforming that he had, indeed, just sniffed the book. I catch River glancing at me and start.

"Doctor Song? Did you have more than one clip of the Angel?" I ask, trying to seem like this was what I had looked at them for.

"No, just the four seconds." She calls back.

"This book is wrong. What's wrong with this book? It's wrong." I look back at the monitor, and jump. The Angel is now looking straight at the screen, hands completely lowered. The time stamp has moved as far as 00:11:28:04 before jumping back to 00:11:24:23. But when I look at the monitor again, it is closer to the camera. Then I hear the door close and lock behind me. I call for The Doctor, but I don't think he hears me, so I try turning the monitor off. If I'm going to be locked in an alien space ship then I'd at least like to be without the aliens. However, the monitor comes back on again, and again, and again. I move closer to the monitor and peer at it.

"But you're just a recording. You can't move." I say to convince and reassure myself. I reach across to the lead of the monitor, and yank it out, feeing relieved. But when I look back up, the Angel is up close to the camera, but the time stamp is still running through the same four seconds.

"Doctor?" I say warily, tugging on the door, but it won't budge, and the Angels mouth on the monitor is open. Panic really starts to settle in, and I cry for The Doctor again. "Doctor!" I get no reply, so try again. "Doctor!" I look back at the monitor, but the Angel is now projected inside the room. "Doctor! It's in the room!" I cry, banging on the door with my fist, finally seeming to attract attention. I hear movement, and then someone tries to open the door.