"Where did it come from?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh, pulled from the ruins of Razbahan, end of last century. It's been in private hands ever since. Dormant all the time," River answered.

"There's a different between dormant and patient," the Doctor told her.

"What's that mean," Amy asked, "it's a statue when you can see it?"

"The Weeping Angels can only move if they're unseen," River said, "So legend has it."

Leslie didn't take the chance to spare River a glance, instead stating, "It's not legend. It's a defence mechanism - they turn to stone when seen by any living thing. It's a lock on their cells, meaning that they can't be killed."

"The ultimate defence mechanism," the Doctor said softly.

"What, being a stone?" Amy asked.

"Being a stone until you turn your back," the Doctor told her in a low voice. The room was silent, all staring at the statue, giving Leslie the chance to blink their watering eyes.

"Alright!" the Doctor clapped his hands, making the occupants of the room flinch. "Let's go outside?"

"Nah, I'll stay here," Leslie told him, "I need to check something."

"Alright." The Doctor nodded, a frown on his face. "Amy, River, Father Octavian?" he asked. The aforementioned people nodded and followed them out while Leslie stared at the angel.

They were rather good at staring at things for prolonged periods of time. If they hadn't have been, there would have been no way that they would have been able to watch and read as much as they did. Blinking meant that they could not read as fast - which was always negative.

However, their examination of the Angel's wings (they counted at least fifty feathers, and had learnt something about wing formations) had been broken when Amy opened the door to the drop ship to join them, when they looked back, she saw that the Angel had raised its face from its hands slightly and had started looking over its shoulder.

Amy called out. "Leslie?" she asked the person having the staring contest with the screen, "Leslie? What are you doing?"

She moved her hand in front of Leslie's eyes, and they jumped.

They went into the dimension in which they screamed before returning. And I'd been doing so well.

"Oh well, it's not like I would have been allowed to change anything," they muttered.

"Change what?" Amy asked them.

"Change what is going to happen next," Leslie answered, resisting the temptation to bury their head in their hands or attempt a facepalm combo x2. They heard the module door close and give a click.

"That would be the deadlock," they muttered. Amy was looking at them oddly, from what they could see out of the corner of their eyes, and they decided they at least owed the redhead an explanation.

"The screen," Leslie told her, gesturing towards the monitor with their head. During the conversation, the Angel had moved closer to the camera. How long until it gets out?

Amy looked to the screen with a look of shock on her face. She tried to turn off the monitor, but every time the screen faded to black, the Angel switched it back on again. Leslie would have loved to keep looking at the angel, keep them both safe, but this had to happen to one of them, and she was in no way intending it to be Amy.

"But you're just a recording," Amy told it, "You can't move."

She tried to pull out the lead to the monitor, getting in Leslie's line of vision as she did so, but it wouldn't budge. When she moved out of the way, the Angel was up close to the camera.

"Amelia..." Leslie paused. Their friend turned to look at them, and blocked their view of the Angel again. "The image of an angel becomes in itself an angel. So no photos, no recordings, no remembering. We are in immense danger, but you need to stay calm and listen to me," they implored.

This was vitally important information, and, yes, it was scary, but Amy went into a full-on panic. She rushed over to open the door, knocking Leslie over in the progress. She then started banging on the metal, calling for help all the while.

"Amelia Jessica Pond!" Leslie yelled. "Yes, you're panicking, yes, you may be about to die, but you need to, once again, calm down!" They looked back at the angel, but it was too late - it had skipped the last stage entirely and was now flickering with the recording inside the room.

Amy, however, was not going to calm down. "Doctor!" she yelled.

Leslie heard an answering voice shout, "Leslie! Amelia!"

Amy called out again as Leslie kept looking at the Angel that was now in the room with them. "Doctor!"

They heard a frantic voice calling from outside the drop ship, "Are you alright? What's happening?"

"Doctor? Doctor, it's come out of the television," said Amy in a voice just as panicked as the Doctor's. Leslie just kept staring at the angel, trying not to look into its eyes.

They could hear voices from outside, but they were focusing on looking at the Angel's dress, wings, anywhere but the eyes. But they were like magnets, and they screwed their own shut, trying to focus. Big mistake. The angel grabbed their face between its hands and forced them to meet its eyes.

They growled, pulling their face back, but they were caught between unmoving stone and weren't willing to risk their face to escape. No, wait, they were.

Leslie pulled backwards, their skin sliding over their cheekbones and grazing against stone as they escaped the angel's grasp. But they were unaware that the damage was already done. As they tore their cheeks from the angel's grasp, it vanished, the screen dark.

"I froze it. There was some sort of blip on the tape and I froze it on the blip. It wasn't the image of an Angel anymore. That was good, yeah? It was, wasn't it? That was pretty good."

They heard River's voice say, "That was amazing," and the Doctor telling her to hug Amy.

"Why?" River asked.

"I'm busy hugging Leslie," was his reply.

The Doctor leaned down beside Leslie and gathered them up into his arms, noticing how they kept their eyes firmly shut. They had never been more glad that they were light enough to be carried. That had been scary. I wish I had my friends. I'm sure that they would have advice.

"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked, moving them over to the table outside.

"Shhh, my eyes are sleeping," they said seriously, but he didn't laugh. "Come on, you could at least pretend that I'm funny. I'm hurt, really. Is humour alive?"

"So, how are the eyes? They still working in there?" he began bantering, adhering to their joking demands.

"Nothing wrong with them, as far as I can tell. Just a bit exhausted, and pained. It kind of hurts keeping them shut, to be honest," Leslie admitted, opening their eyes and blinking several times.

The sky was still dark, clouds absent. The catacombs loomed in the near distance, the aura ominous. They screwed their mouth to one side, noting the Doctor's anxious face. An explosion sounded, causing them both to flinch. Octavian's shouting alerted them that it was time to enter the tombs. But would it be theirs too?

Leslie put their hands in their pockets, feeling the wands' reassuring texture beneath their fingertips. Come at me.