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The TARDIS finally came to a halt after a very tumultuous trip. It had not wanted to go where the Doctor had been trying to get to, refusing to land many times - normally a situation where the TARDIS would win and they would go elsewhere but, in this instance, the machine had relented and reluctantly landed where the Doctor had wanted to go.
A message on the psychic paper had brought them here. ‘Those that weep are stealing us in our sleep.’ It sounded very eerie and very much like a mystery that needed solving. Exactly what the Doctor was looking for at these times, wanting to help anyone that they could and make the most of the time that was remaining.
It didn’t take the Doctor long to open one of the doors and take a look outside, glancing around and seeing the snow that covered the ground outside, the full effect of Winter apparent. They seemed to be finding a lot of snowy places recently. Though that was not something to be thinking on right now. Instead the Doctor should be focusing on the task at hand and the fact that, despite the light and fun nature of the snow, the TARDIS had managed to land in a place that was far from those two things - a graveyard.
Their eyes scanned the location as they stepped outside, careful to avoid any of the headstones or the plots that they belonged to, very respectful of the poor souls that had departed. Bells could be heard ringing at the church nearby, places nearby decorated with a few wreaths and other ornaments. A clear indication that this was Christmas time, whether it had just passed or they had managed to find themselves once again in trouble on the very day remained a puzzle for now.
There was no sound of singing though. In fact, there were very few noises at all. No lights illuminating any of the places for that matter, except one that was shining from a room in the church. At least it seemed like someone was there. It was going to be the best place to start with finding out what was happening here.
The snow was clinging to them as they walked through the graveyard and towards the church, lightly tapping their shoes on the step to relieve them of the white stuff before a hand reached out ready to knock on the wooden door at the back of the building. A door that seemed to have been left ajar, with the Doctor able to give it a light push in order to have it open. They just couldn’t help themselves, poking their head inside and taking a look around before allowing the rest of their body to slip through the door and close it behind them.
“Hello?”
The sound of silence wasn’t going to stop the Doctor from taking a look around, curiosity peaked and the lingering mystery now becoming more intriguing. Walking through the place did not break the peaceful and yet somehow sinister nature, eyes scanning everywhere for an indication of some form of life but not seeing anything… And yet someone must have been here. There fire in a nice cosy living area was still freshly burning and the bells wouldn’t have been ringing by themselves, not in this type of old building.
The place was small, so checking all of the rooms took very little time. Most of them empty, with very little information, until one managed to reach all the diaries that should have been placed neatly upon a shelf but were now scattered on the floor, near to the steps that would lead up to the bell tower. They were not regular diaries, like someone might expect another to keep, these certainly were not full of ones own secrets and the adventures of day to day life. Each and every page was full of names and dates. Book after book containing nothing but a list of names and right next to them the date in which they… Disappeared. All of them in the Winter season.
If the Doctor was not concerned before, then they certainly were now. They were very much alert, letting their head turn in all directions and keeping themselves alert to any sounds that might be made. Their eyes flickered to the stairs for a brief moment and though they knew it was the worst idea possible to go up there, this was the Doctor and they just couldn’t help themselves. One step after another, trying to remain as silent as possible until they managed to get to the top.
The moment they saw what was up there, there was a momentary thought to just run back to the TARDIS and take off. There was nothing that could be done here. Instead, the Doctor observed the two statues for a moment, taking note of the fact that whoever they had just given a death sentence to had been smart enough to get the statues to look at each other. There was no freedom for them now.
Weeping Angels. It was no wonder why the TARDIS had not wanted to bring them here. There was a risk to both themselves and the machine if the statues caught either one of them. At least they knew what they were dealing with now, though their hearts broke at the knowledge that there was very little they could do to help anyone that came to this town. It seemed as though everyone that lived here before was already gone but anyone that dared to visit would surely be the next victims of the silent assassins.
“It’s all making a little more sense now. You’re here and draining as much energy as you can. Being a pest, as usual… But I don’t understand why you’re only taking people when it’s Winter? Certainly not to have the time energies keep you warm. There’s got to be some reason behind it.”
The Doctor didn’t like unsolved mysteries. Which was why they were most likely not going to be leaving any time soon, despite the danger that was posed to them. They had to work out what exactly was going on here and at least try to ensure that no one ever came to this place and got taken away again. There was little they could do for those already lost but they would try their hardest to protect those that might stumble upon this place in the future.
Though if those Weeping Angels gathering down in the graveyard below had anything to say about it, then the Doctor was likely to be the next victim of these not so pleasant Winter threats.