By the time the sun had set, the rest of Octavian's troops had set up camp around the small container unit with their supplies. The Doctor walked over to the rock Leslie was sitting on and sat down beside them. He'd sent Amy back to the TARDIS, a noble but futile effort on his behalf.

"On a scale of one to ten, how scared are you about this?"

Leslie wasn't sure how to answer that. The entire thing was going to be horrifically scary, but it all depended on the perception. They were totally cool with gore-filled animatronics, but couldn't handle body horror. They were completely fine with dolls, but deadly statues...

"About a seven, in theory" they said honestly, "Practically, I'm sure it's going to be at least a ten, for everyone involved. Amy will probably take it the worst."

"What would make Amy so scared?" the Doctor asked, genuinely curious.

Oh, you know, she'll be almost killed and taken over by an angel, it's no biggie, Leslie felt like saying. But they settled with a shrug, which apparently to the Doctor meant, I-know-but-can't-tell-you, and let the matter drop.

"Come with me to talk to Octavian?" the Doctor asked after a few minutes.

"I thought you'd never ask, oh kind gentleman," Leslie said, and he took their hand dramatically as they walked to the bishop, who was standing at a table.

"So, what's the mission status?" the Doctor asked him, his hand slipping out of theirs.

"The Angel, as far as we know, is still trapped in the ship," Octavian informed him, "Our mission is to get in a neutralise it."

Leslie frowned. He still had a bit to explain. "How are we going to get in?" they asked him, despite knowing the basic answer.

"We can't get through the top, we'd be too close to the drives," Octavian answered, "According to to this," he indicated the small device he was using as a map, "behind the cliff face there's a network of catacombs leading right up to the temple. We can blow through the base of the cliffs, get into the entrance chamber, then make our way up."

"Oh, good," the Doctor muttered, bumping shoulders with Leslie to flash a reassuring smile that neither of them believed.

"Good, sir?" Octavian asked, confused about how this news could possibly be good.

"Catacombs," the Doctor said in explanation. "Probably dark ones. Dark catacombs. Great," he finished sarcastically.

"Technically, I think it's called a maze of the dead," Octavian corrected.

"You can stop any time you like," Leslie said cheerfully. I so need to be reminded of this episode. Actually, no, I do.

A soldier came up behind Octavian. "Father Octavian?" he asked, to get his attention.

"Excuse me, sir," Octavian said to the Doctor, and followed the soldier.

Amy came up behind them."You're letting people call you sir," she pointed out, "So, whatever a Weeping Angel is, it's really bad, yeah?"

The Doctor turned to face her, Leslie turning with him. "Now that's interesting," he said, "Which part of, 'Wait in the TARDIS 'till I tell you it's safe' was so confusing?"

"Oooh, you are all Mister Grumpy Face today," Amy teased.

"A Weeping Angel, Amy, is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent life form in the universe, and I'm supposed to climb after it with a screwdriver and a torch, and assuming I survive the radiation, and assuming the whole ship doesn't blow up in my face, do something incredibly clever that I haven't actually thought of yet. That's my day. That's what I'm up to. Any questions?" the Doctor snapped as Leslie echoed the last statement. A sign of how stressed the Doctor was that he didn't react to it.

Amy, once again, demonstrated her lack of tact. "Is River song your wife? Because she's someone from your future, and the way she talks to you, I've never seen anyone besides Leslie do that. She's kind of like, you know, 'heel, boy.' She's Mrs Doctor from the future, isn't she? Is she going to be your wife one day?" she asked.

Leslie went into the dimension in which they scream, summoning a mind version of Amy just to slap her.

"Yes, you're right. I am most definitely Mister Grumpy Face today," the Doctor said, resigned.

Leslie looked up at him and smiled reassuringly before raising a brow in Amy's direction and pulling a face. The Doctor relaxed slightly, nodding slightly.

River called over from the drop module, "Doctor! Doctor?" Leslie looked over to see her in combat fatigues. They looked down at their own outfit, and shrugged; Amy's was much worse.

"Oops," Amy commented, "Her indoors." She was ignored.

"Father Octavian," River called again.

"Why do they call him Father?" Amy asked the Doctor.

"He's the bishop, they're his clerics. It's the fifty-first century. The Church has moved on," He answered.

Leslie laughed seemingly spontaneously. The church hasn't even moved back home. One would hope that they would stop praising a god that has, apparently, tried to kill us numerous times, but no.

The Doctor raised an amused eyebrow, which was lowered as River came closer and said morosely, "I've got something you should see."

The trio followed her and Octavian into the drop ship, where they found a grainy four second loop of an angel on the monitor on the far wall. Leslie sighed, beginning their staring competition with it. It won't need to be for too long - and I can blink one eye at a time if I need to. I'm going to try and fix this.

"What do you think?" River asked him. "It's from the security cameras in the Byzantium vault. I ripped it when I was on board. Sorry about the quality. It's only four seconds, but I've put it on a loop," she said.

"Yeah, it's an angel," the Doctor said, "Hands covering it's face." He pointed out their main characteristic.

Leslie couldn't help but add their two-pennies-worth. "And it's got wings, and is wearing a dress, and isn't moving as if it's made of stone, and basically looks like a Weeping Angel. Anything I've missed?" they asked rhetorically.

"You've encountered the Angels before." Octavian stated.

"Nope!" said Leslie in a falsely cheerful voice.

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

"Oh, c'mon, Doctor, it wasn't that long ago," Leslie said amiably.

"But it's just a statue," Amy pointed out.

"It's just a statue when you see it," Leslie and River said in unison.

River shot Leslie an odd look and they barely refrained from rolling their eyes, needing to keep contact with the statue - what was it now? What had they done to receive such a worried look – filled with, dare they say, fear?