They wiped at their eyes and continued into the dark maze, using the torchlight to follow the footprints of the Doctor, ignoring the ruined Angels as their heads turned to face them. If this really is a dream, I won't be hurt. If it isn't, this is my fate. But here's to hoping I catch a 'lucky 8r8k!'. The Angels that had previously lined the walls of the paths had begun moving towards the Byzantium in disarray and they had to weave in and out of the frozen statues. Upon hearing the voices of the others, they moved slightly faster, ducking as hands from behind tried to clutch their clothes and hair.

They reached the group just as they heard River say, "Only two levels to go."

"Awesome, that means I only have to tag along for the end of this," Leslie said, frightening them all. The Doctor walked over to them.

"Where have you been?" he asked them.

"Oh, you know," they shrugged nonchalantly. "In a dark catacomb with a Weeping Angel somewhere nearby. I was admiring the Aplans," they told him. The Doctor didn't look very happy, but he left it.

"Lovely species, the Aplans. We should visit them sometime," he said.

"I thought they were all dead," Amy frowned.

"Time travel, Amy," Leslie pointed out, gesturing to the area around them. Amy nodded, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

"Very relaxed, sort of cheerful," the Doctor continued with his description of the Aplans, "Well, that's having two heads. You're never short of a snog with an extra head."

"Doctor, there's something. I don't know what it is," River said. Leslie could practically hear the frown.

They moved to lean against a wall, resisting the urge to bang their head against it. "Penny in the air. So many pennies. The air is metallic with the scent of pennies," Leslie commented dryly.

"Yeah, there's something wrong," the Doctor agreed, "Don't know what it is yet, either. Working on it. Of course, then they started having laws against self-marrying. I mean, what was that about? But that's the church for you."

"It's the same person, Doctor, it kind of makes sense. Well, the same body. Wow, rude either way," Leslie commented before sighing, deeply. I thought aliens were clever? Mind you, the Doctor is Mr Thick Thickedy Thick Thick from Thicktown, Thickania or something.

"Er, no offence, Bishop," the Doctor said apologetically.

"Quite a lot taken, if that's alright, Doctor," Octavian said, "Lowest point in the wreckage is only about fifty feet up from here. That way." He pointed in the direction of the ship.

"The church had a point, if you think about it," Amy commented, "The divorces must have been messy."

"Oh," the Doctor said as he realised. Leslie almost fell over with relief. That took forever.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked.

"Oh," River repeated, as she too realised what was going on.

"And the penny drops!" Leslie said over-dramatically. "Thank you for watching Thick Aliens Weekly, where we watch extra-terrestrials try to see past low-level perception filters. On next, Terror. Do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars."

They pushed themselves off the wall, the wands (I'm calling them wands now, it's just easier) a comforting weight in their pockets, despite their complete inability to use them. It was nice to have a weapon, even if the most they could do was poke a statue in the eye with it.

"What's wrong, sir?" asked Octavian.

"Nobody move," said the Doctor in a low voice, "Nobody move. Everyone stay exactly where we are. Bishop, I am truly sorry. I've made a mistake and we are all in terrible danger."

Leslie began walking over to him, bumping his shoulder and smiling reassuringly. They were doing a lot of that - it was like exam blocks all over again.

"What danger?" asked aforementioned Bishop.

"The Aplans," River said, building tension. Leslie went into the dimension in which they scream and did so. Could you maybe not do that when our lives are at stake?

"The Aplans?" Octavian asked, confused.

"They've got two heads," River commented calmly, moving in so that the group tightened. She kept her beam of light focused on one of the faces as the Doctor did the same. Leslie cursed, realising that they'd forgotten a torch. Maybe...?

"Yes, I get that. So?" Octavian asked irritably.

"So why don't the statues?" Leslie cried in exasperation, "Were you even paying attention to anything we said? This is the Aplan's maze of the dead, where they bury two-headed individuals. But all of the statues have one head!" Leslie gripped one of the wands for comfort and the tip started glowing. At least I have a torch for the staring contest.

"Wait, that means-"

"Yes, Amy, the statues are all angels." And on that sudden, solid note, the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.