Smoke and Sand Epilogue
Fandoms: Darkest Night Trilogy / Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13 for some strong language
Timeline: Darkest Night Trilogy - This story is one year after the events of the last book, so everything is fair game.
Doctor Who - New Who seasons 2-4 (10th Doctor), with very heavy emphasis on Blink. However, nothing from season five.
Fandoms - In this story, the end of the second season of filming for Darkest Night takes place in October of 2009, before any information on Waters of Mars was official.
Disclaimer: The characters from the Darkest Night trilogy belong to Tanya Huff and her publisher. The 10th Doctor, Doctor Who, and related characters are all the property of their respective people. David Tennant and Matt Smith (briefly mentioned) are also not mine (more's the pity). In fact, I think the only original character disappears almost immediately. No harm is meant, nor am I making money off of this, so please don't sue. Mistakes are all my own.
*grumblegrumble* Entirety of Twelve was too large for LJ. *grumble*
A magic spell gone awry soon has Tony and the cast and crew at CB Productions saddled with a stranger who claims he's a Time Lord. When people start disappearing, Tony has to hope the man isn't crazy if he ever wants to see his friends again.
Previous Parts:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
They managed to make it back to their proper time by following the cord Tony made as he went through time. The wizard collapsed when he got back, waking up long enough to choke down a truly astonishing amount of food, then collapsing for more sleep. He had been right about Peter's reaction, the director having a near epileptic fit when he saw the state of his co-star and was half a mind to wake the wizard and demand he fix everything. The Doctor managed to smooth things over with what was some truly fast talking and made himself useful by doctoring Tony and Lee and doing what he could to help repair the costume. He had nothing better to do until Tony woke up.
When Tony actually did awaken, they went back to the locations where Kevin and Amy disappeared. Fortunately, they found Joshua with Amy and didn't have to make a fourth trip. To be frank, the Doctor hadn't been sure Tony had a fourth trip in him. The young man looked like he might have lost several pounds in the effort of bouncing several people through time. It grated on the Doctor's nerves horribly to have to sit around and wait, and the studio paid the price for the man's inability to act. The Doctor was often found tinkering with lights and fixing cameras and making adjustments here or there. So far, none of them had blown anyone up, although Rachel Chou, the office manager, threw him out of the office when he tried to answer the phones.
After a couple of days, Lee finally talked to Tony. "He's a nice enough guy, Tony, and we know you're weak but, frankly, he's driving the crew nuts. He's like a wild animal that's been locked in a cage. He's going to start chewing through the restraints soon, and imagine the damage he could do across the lower mainland."
"What do you want me to do?" Tony said, laying on the couch in Lee's dressing room. It was pretty much where he'd been stationed when he wasn't busy hopping through time.
"Send him home," Lee said. "Use the symbols that sent the angels and the TARDIS back to his world and send him home."
He closed his eyes, exhausted. "Is it really that bad?"
Lee smiled slightly. "Amy threatened to start experimenting with tranquilizer formulas. The Doctor gave her a lecture on how to make some with things she could find around her home or in the studio."
Tony's eyes snapped open. "The Doctor did what?"
"She took notes," the actor replied gravely.
Tony groaned and threw his legs off of the couch. "I've got to get rid of that menace." He cautiously stood, but the world didn't tilt and he didn't hit the ground so he took that as a good sign and slowly headed out to find the Doctor, Lee following behind to grab him in case he got light-headed. It said something about how Tony was feeling that he didn't shrug Lee off.
They found the Doctor out by the craft services tables. Karen was watching him like he'd blow up her food as he split a wire and zapped the tips of it with his sonic screwdriver, a cup of coffee sitting next to him.
"Please tell me you didn't actually give him caffeine," Tony said as he walked up.
The Doctor's face actually lit up when he saw the wizard. "Nah. I much prefer a good cup of tea over a bad cup of coffee." Karen cleared her throat a bit menacingly. "Or a decent cup of coffee," he amended fairly quickly.
"What are you doing with the wire?"
"Oh, I was rigging a mechanism that would put you into a deeper state of sleep to give you more rest so you'll be ready to continue faster," he said, setting the wire aside. "Apparently, I shouldn't have bothered."
"And isn't that a shame?" Tony said, glad he'd managed to dodge that bullet. "Listen, I've been told you're a bit antsy. The runes are easy enough to do, so I was thinking maybe now would be a good time to send you back home."
"Not that it hasn't been fun," the Doctor said, rising and pulling on his trench coat, "but I thought you'd never ask." He reached into his pocket, carefully clearing a small section of table. He laid out four pieces of paper with strange, swirly designs on them. "These are the four runes that the TARDIS gave me. They're the ones you used to send her back to my world, so they should work for me as well. They should also work just like the runes you used to send the demons back to the hells."
Tony peered at the designs. "They're a little more complicated than I expected them to be."
"You don't have to draw them," the Doctor pointed out. He stepped out of the craft services area and laid the four symbols on the ground, then stepped into the center. "Now use your power to activate them."
"Are you sure that will work?" Tony asked.
"You followed a cord of abstract energy into another time. I don't think this will be very difficult for you." The Doctor shifted on his feet, making sure he was in the center of the symbols, then looked at Tony. He smiled charmingly, making the human's heart skip with how attractive he really could be. "It's been a pleasure, Tony."
"You too, Doctor," Tony said, almost sad to see the Time Lord go. It wasn't that he wanted him to stay so much as that he'd knew he'd never see the man again. "Take care of yourself."
"I intend to."
Tony shook his head, then crouched down and put his fingers on one of the sheets of paper. He poured energy into the paper, making the symbols glow hotly, then looked at the other sheets, willing the power to trail to them in a circle. When the last rune filled with light, they all flashed brightly. Tony turned his face away, blinking rapidly. When he turned back, finally able to see, the only thing there was four black, ashy marks on the ground. He sighed. "Good-bye, Doctor."
Lee reached out to help the exhausted wizard stand. They headed back inside, Lee making sure that Tony made it safely back to his couch to lay down a little longer. The actor turned to head back out, but paused in the door. "Oh. The Doctor wanted me to let you know that your laptop is in here." He pointed under the coffee table, then left.
Tony laid there a moment, closing his eyes as he relaxed. He was glad the Doctor reminded him, pointing out where the laptop was, and was a little surprised he hadn't heard of the man playing around with it. Then he opened his eyes, an unnerved feeling coming over him. The Doctor had done several things to his laptop with the screwdriver and he wasn't sure anything had been reversed. He powered up the machine, then went to the file directory. Once there, his eyes widened. The hard drive was bigger now, and there was a single file that took up a truly obnoxious amount of space. The Doctor had left the gate schematic on his computer. He cocked his head and opened the file, studying the swirls and lines of information. Everything looked the same until he came across one section of the design, where the Doctor had mentioned the 'to' location of the schematic should be inserted. The pattern looked the same, but off to the side, separate from the main design, was another small insert. Tony blinked, then smirked slightly, wondering if the Doctor had left the location of his reality on the side of the schematic on purpose or by accident. Perhaps the TARDIS had put it there. Either way, he now had transport to the Doctor's world. He closed the laptop and set it aside, intrigued but not the least bit interested in testing out the gate.
At least, he wasn't yet.
~~~
The Doctor sank heavily to the floor, his head pounding. "Given a choice, I definitely prefer travelling by TARDIS." He rose to his feet slowly and looked around, trying to figure out where he was. It was daytime, and everything felt far more normal to him than the energies of Tony's world, but he didn't see Martha or the TARDIS. He did, however, feel the TARDIS and knew she was here, so that was one problem down. The other was to figure out exactly where she was and if they were both where they were supposed to be. Putting his hands into his pockets, he headed out of the alley to the main road. Once there, he glanced around.
"Definitely London," he observed. He considered all of the places Martha could have gone, including her own home, but they weren't in Martha's time. The years were off slightly, but it was enough of a difference that she wouldn't have gone back to her family. He glanced around, then headed up the street, moving down alleys and through cross-streets until he wound up in front of a little shop. He opened the door and stepped in. From behind the register, a blond woman looked up. He knew he'd guess right when Sally's face lit up.
"Doctor!" she breathed. She then stood up and stuck her head through the beaded curtain to the back. "Martha! Larry! It's the Doctor!" He could hear a bit of a scramble in the back, then Martha burst out through the beads.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed, then rushed forward to throw her arms around his neck in a large hug.
"Martha!" he said expansively, engulfing her in his arms and hugging her tightly.
"What happened?" she said, letting him go. "I was about to go into the TARDIS when the doors slammed and you disappeared."
"Uh... yeah, I had someone accidentally pull me into an alternate dimension," he said with a small shrug. "Took me a bit longer than expected to return, but I had some friendly help, so it all worked out in the end."
"I've been going back to check to see if you returned every day. When the TARDIS came back yesterday and you didn't, I worried something might have happened."
"Nah," he said, grinning at her. "You know me. Nothing in the universe could keep me down. Well, in the fabric of reality, I suppose, since I wasn't actually in this universe. Where's the TARDIS?"
"We moved it," Sally said. "It's in the alley out back."
"Brilliant." He beamed at her and Larry. "Thanks for helping Martha while I was gone."
"Like I can't take care of myself," Martha muttered.
Sally's smile was warm. "Of course, Doctor. Anything you need."
"Right, then!" the Doctor said, several days of forced inactivity making him feel the need to move, to see. "Off we go! Come on, Martha!" He headed back through the beads and out of the store while Martha said good bye and quickly followed him. He went inside the TARDIS, checking the monitor to make sure she was alright.
"Another universe?" Martha said, shutting the door behind him. "Really?"
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Just like this one. Well," he corrected, thinking about the Doctor Who show, vampiric Duke of Richmond, and the powerful wizard who work on a television program. "Not completely the same."
"How was it different?" she asked.
The Doctor pushed a few toggles on the console of the TARDIS, remembering how Tony manipulated time and energy through sheer will. "The people are a little different. Not all of them, just some." He looked up at her. "Of course, I was in Canada. Maybe that's just a North America thing. Right! Let's be off!" He hit another switch and the TARDIS took off.
"Where are we going?" Martha asked with a grin of excitement.
He was thinking of what Amy had told him about the Caufield Manor and desired to see an old house. "There is this beautiful old house that I feel like visiting," he said, trying to keep his balance as he moved around the console. "I'd been there once when it was new, fantastic place, but I'd like to see what it's like now. Now, of course, being a relative term."
"A house?" Martha asked as the TARDIS settled down. "Just... a house?"
"Someone was telling me recently about a haunted house, and I was curious if this house might have ghosts in it," he said with a shrug. "Ah, here we are! Let's take a look." He headed over toward the door, throwing it open.
"Ghosts? Doctor, there's no such thing," Martha said. "Right?" She blinked as he just stepped outside. "Right? Doctor!" She followed him out and walked with him down the overgrown drive. "There are no such things as ghosts."
"Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of ghost," he said absently. He stopped before the house, looking it over. "How do you like that?" he murmured, quiet with awe. "Such an incredible house."
Martha shielded her eyes, looking up at the white building. "Where are we exactly?"
"Wester Drumlins," the Doctor said. "You see, the house--" Cold fingers cut him off, sending a wave of dizziness through him.
Martha sank to the ground, swallowing thickly at the sudden dizziness that swept over her. She closed her eyes, head in her hands, and forced herself to take nice, even breaths. "Whoa," she finally said. "That was strange." She opened her eyes and looked up, then blinked. Everything looked different. It was night where it had been day, and she was in some kind of an alley. The Doctor, whom had just been returned to her, was nowhere to be found.
"Doctor?" Martha called out nervously, pushing herself back up to standing. She brushed her hands together to wipe off the dirt as she looked around, but there was no reply. "Doctor!"
"Blimey, give me a minute," he said, coming around the corner. He looked a bit woozy himself and shook his head vigorously.
"What just happened?" Martha asked. "I was dizzy, and collapsed, and when I opened my eyes, I was here."
"Well," he said, looking around. He seemed to recover quickly from his indisposition. "In order to know what happened, first we have to know where we are." He wandered down the alley, studying it. "I see Big Ben, so we're still in London. Something must have transported us."
"Doctor," Martha interrupted, sounding a bit sick. She had found a newspaper and was looking at it. "We're still in London, all right, but look at the date on this paper."
The Doctor came over and studied it. "August sixteenth, nineteen sixty-nine," he said softly. He frowned. "Why is that familiar?"
"Sally Sparrow," Martha said. "Remember? She said these stone angels would trap us away from the TARDIS in nineteen sixty-nine."
"The weeping angels." He blinked at the paper a moment longer, then tossed it aside in frustration. "Oh, come on! I just dealt with these angels. Except... this was before the angels meet Sally, so this is in their past before they even steal the TARDIS." He sighed, looking a bit helplessly around. "And now we're stuck, again, without the TARDIS. Where's a wizard when you need one?"
Rating: PG-13 for some strong language
Timeline: Darkest Night Trilogy - This story is one year after the events of the last book, so everything is fair game.
Doctor Who - New Who seasons 2-4 (10th Doctor), with very heavy emphasis on Blink. However, nothing from season five.
Fandoms - In this story, the end of the second season of filming for Darkest Night takes place in October of 2009, before any information on Waters of Mars was official.
Disclaimer: The characters from the Darkest Night trilogy belong to Tanya Huff and her publisher. The 10th Doctor, Doctor Who, and related characters are all the property of their respective people. David Tennant and Matt Smith (briefly mentioned) are also not mine (more's the pity). In fact, I think the only original character disappears almost immediately. No harm is meant, nor am I making money off of this, so please don't sue. Mistakes are all my own.
*grumblegrumble* Entirety of Twelve was too large for LJ. *grumble*
A magic spell gone awry soon has Tony and the cast and crew at CB Productions saddled with a stranger who claims he's a Time Lord. When people start disappearing, Tony has to hope the man isn't crazy if he ever wants to see his friends again.
Previous Parts:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
They managed to make it back to their proper time by following the cord Tony made as he went through time. The wizard collapsed when he got back, waking up long enough to choke down a truly astonishing amount of food, then collapsing for more sleep. He had been right about Peter's reaction, the director having a near epileptic fit when he saw the state of his co-star and was half a mind to wake the wizard and demand he fix everything. The Doctor managed to smooth things over with what was some truly fast talking and made himself useful by doctoring Tony and Lee and doing what he could to help repair the costume. He had nothing better to do until Tony woke up.
When Tony actually did awaken, they went back to the locations where Kevin and Amy disappeared. Fortunately, they found Joshua with Amy and didn't have to make a fourth trip. To be frank, the Doctor hadn't been sure Tony had a fourth trip in him. The young man looked like he might have lost several pounds in the effort of bouncing several people through time. It grated on the Doctor's nerves horribly to have to sit around and wait, and the studio paid the price for the man's inability to act. The Doctor was often found tinkering with lights and fixing cameras and making adjustments here or there. So far, none of them had blown anyone up, although Rachel Chou, the office manager, threw him out of the office when he tried to answer the phones.
After a couple of days, Lee finally talked to Tony. "He's a nice enough guy, Tony, and we know you're weak but, frankly, he's driving the crew nuts. He's like a wild animal that's been locked in a cage. He's going to start chewing through the restraints soon, and imagine the damage he could do across the lower mainland."
"What do you want me to do?" Tony said, laying on the couch in Lee's dressing room. It was pretty much where he'd been stationed when he wasn't busy hopping through time.
"Send him home," Lee said. "Use the symbols that sent the angels and the TARDIS back to his world and send him home."
He closed his eyes, exhausted. "Is it really that bad?"
Lee smiled slightly. "Amy threatened to start experimenting with tranquilizer formulas. The Doctor gave her a lecture on how to make some with things she could find around her home or in the studio."
Tony's eyes snapped open. "The Doctor did what?"
"She took notes," the actor replied gravely.
Tony groaned and threw his legs off of the couch. "I've got to get rid of that menace." He cautiously stood, but the world didn't tilt and he didn't hit the ground so he took that as a good sign and slowly headed out to find the Doctor, Lee following behind to grab him in case he got light-headed. It said something about how Tony was feeling that he didn't shrug Lee off.
They found the Doctor out by the craft services tables. Karen was watching him like he'd blow up her food as he split a wire and zapped the tips of it with his sonic screwdriver, a cup of coffee sitting next to him.
"Please tell me you didn't actually give him caffeine," Tony said as he walked up.
The Doctor's face actually lit up when he saw the wizard. "Nah. I much prefer a good cup of tea over a bad cup of coffee." Karen cleared her throat a bit menacingly. "Or a decent cup of coffee," he amended fairly quickly.
"What are you doing with the wire?"
"Oh, I was rigging a mechanism that would put you into a deeper state of sleep to give you more rest so you'll be ready to continue faster," he said, setting the wire aside. "Apparently, I shouldn't have bothered."
"And isn't that a shame?" Tony said, glad he'd managed to dodge that bullet. "Listen, I've been told you're a bit antsy. The runes are easy enough to do, so I was thinking maybe now would be a good time to send you back home."
"Not that it hasn't been fun," the Doctor said, rising and pulling on his trench coat, "but I thought you'd never ask." He reached into his pocket, carefully clearing a small section of table. He laid out four pieces of paper with strange, swirly designs on them. "These are the four runes that the TARDIS gave me. They're the ones you used to send her back to my world, so they should work for me as well. They should also work just like the runes you used to send the demons back to the hells."
Tony peered at the designs. "They're a little more complicated than I expected them to be."
"You don't have to draw them," the Doctor pointed out. He stepped out of the craft services area and laid the four symbols on the ground, then stepped into the center. "Now use your power to activate them."
"Are you sure that will work?" Tony asked.
"You followed a cord of abstract energy into another time. I don't think this will be very difficult for you." The Doctor shifted on his feet, making sure he was in the center of the symbols, then looked at Tony. He smiled charmingly, making the human's heart skip with how attractive he really could be. "It's been a pleasure, Tony."
"You too, Doctor," Tony said, almost sad to see the Time Lord go. It wasn't that he wanted him to stay so much as that he'd knew he'd never see the man again. "Take care of yourself."
"I intend to."
Tony shook his head, then crouched down and put his fingers on one of the sheets of paper. He poured energy into the paper, making the symbols glow hotly, then looked at the other sheets, willing the power to trail to them in a circle. When the last rune filled with light, they all flashed brightly. Tony turned his face away, blinking rapidly. When he turned back, finally able to see, the only thing there was four black, ashy marks on the ground. He sighed. "Good-bye, Doctor."
Lee reached out to help the exhausted wizard stand. They headed back inside, Lee making sure that Tony made it safely back to his couch to lay down a little longer. The actor turned to head back out, but paused in the door. "Oh. The Doctor wanted me to let you know that your laptop is in here." He pointed under the coffee table, then left.
Tony laid there a moment, closing his eyes as he relaxed. He was glad the Doctor reminded him, pointing out where the laptop was, and was a little surprised he hadn't heard of the man playing around with it. Then he opened his eyes, an unnerved feeling coming over him. The Doctor had done several things to his laptop with the screwdriver and he wasn't sure anything had been reversed. He powered up the machine, then went to the file directory. Once there, his eyes widened. The hard drive was bigger now, and there was a single file that took up a truly obnoxious amount of space. The Doctor had left the gate schematic on his computer. He cocked his head and opened the file, studying the swirls and lines of information. Everything looked the same until he came across one section of the design, where the Doctor had mentioned the 'to' location of the schematic should be inserted. The pattern looked the same, but off to the side, separate from the main design, was another small insert. Tony blinked, then smirked slightly, wondering if the Doctor had left the location of his reality on the side of the schematic on purpose or by accident. Perhaps the TARDIS had put it there. Either way, he now had transport to the Doctor's world. He closed the laptop and set it aside, intrigued but not the least bit interested in testing out the gate.
At least, he wasn't yet.
~~~
The Doctor sank heavily to the floor, his head pounding. "Given a choice, I definitely prefer travelling by TARDIS." He rose to his feet slowly and looked around, trying to figure out where he was. It was daytime, and everything felt far more normal to him than the energies of Tony's world, but he didn't see Martha or the TARDIS. He did, however, feel the TARDIS and knew she was here, so that was one problem down. The other was to figure out exactly where she was and if they were both where they were supposed to be. Putting his hands into his pockets, he headed out of the alley to the main road. Once there, he glanced around.
"Definitely London," he observed. He considered all of the places Martha could have gone, including her own home, but they weren't in Martha's time. The years were off slightly, but it was enough of a difference that she wouldn't have gone back to her family. He glanced around, then headed up the street, moving down alleys and through cross-streets until he wound up in front of a little shop. He opened the door and stepped in. From behind the register, a blond woman looked up. He knew he'd guess right when Sally's face lit up.
"Doctor!" she breathed. She then stood up and stuck her head through the beaded curtain to the back. "Martha! Larry! It's the Doctor!" He could hear a bit of a scramble in the back, then Martha burst out through the beads.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed, then rushed forward to throw her arms around his neck in a large hug.
"Martha!" he said expansively, engulfing her in his arms and hugging her tightly.
"What happened?" she said, letting him go. "I was about to go into the TARDIS when the doors slammed and you disappeared."
"Uh... yeah, I had someone accidentally pull me into an alternate dimension," he said with a small shrug. "Took me a bit longer than expected to return, but I had some friendly help, so it all worked out in the end."
"I've been going back to check to see if you returned every day. When the TARDIS came back yesterday and you didn't, I worried something might have happened."
"Nah," he said, grinning at her. "You know me. Nothing in the universe could keep me down. Well, in the fabric of reality, I suppose, since I wasn't actually in this universe. Where's the TARDIS?"
"We moved it," Sally said. "It's in the alley out back."
"Brilliant." He beamed at her and Larry. "Thanks for helping Martha while I was gone."
"Like I can't take care of myself," Martha muttered.
Sally's smile was warm. "Of course, Doctor. Anything you need."
"Right, then!" the Doctor said, several days of forced inactivity making him feel the need to move, to see. "Off we go! Come on, Martha!" He headed back through the beads and out of the store while Martha said good bye and quickly followed him. He went inside the TARDIS, checking the monitor to make sure she was alright.
"Another universe?" Martha said, shutting the door behind him. "Really?"
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Just like this one. Well," he corrected, thinking about the Doctor Who show, vampiric Duke of Richmond, and the powerful wizard who work on a television program. "Not completely the same."
"How was it different?" she asked.
The Doctor pushed a few toggles on the console of the TARDIS, remembering how Tony manipulated time and energy through sheer will. "The people are a little different. Not all of them, just some." He looked up at her. "Of course, I was in Canada. Maybe that's just a North America thing. Right! Let's be off!" He hit another switch and the TARDIS took off.
"Where are we going?" Martha asked with a grin of excitement.
He was thinking of what Amy had told him about the Caufield Manor and desired to see an old house. "There is this beautiful old house that I feel like visiting," he said, trying to keep his balance as he moved around the console. "I'd been there once when it was new, fantastic place, but I'd like to see what it's like now. Now, of course, being a relative term."
"A house?" Martha asked as the TARDIS settled down. "Just... a house?"
"Someone was telling me recently about a haunted house, and I was curious if this house might have ghosts in it," he said with a shrug. "Ah, here we are! Let's take a look." He headed over toward the door, throwing it open.
"Ghosts? Doctor, there's no such thing," Martha said. "Right?" She blinked as he just stepped outside. "Right? Doctor!" She followed him out and walked with him down the overgrown drive. "There are no such things as ghosts."
"Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of ghost," he said absently. He stopped before the house, looking it over. "How do you like that?" he murmured, quiet with awe. "Such an incredible house."
Martha shielded her eyes, looking up at the white building. "Where are we exactly?"
"Wester Drumlins," the Doctor said. "You see, the house--" Cold fingers cut him off, sending a wave of dizziness through him.
Martha sank to the ground, swallowing thickly at the sudden dizziness that swept over her. She closed her eyes, head in her hands, and forced herself to take nice, even breaths. "Whoa," she finally said. "That was strange." She opened her eyes and looked up, then blinked. Everything looked different. It was night where it had been day, and she was in some kind of an alley. The Doctor, whom had just been returned to her, was nowhere to be found.
"Doctor?" Martha called out nervously, pushing herself back up to standing. She brushed her hands together to wipe off the dirt as she looked around, but there was no reply. "Doctor!"
"Blimey, give me a minute," he said, coming around the corner. He looked a bit woozy himself and shook his head vigorously.
"What just happened?" Martha asked. "I was dizzy, and collapsed, and when I opened my eyes, I was here."
"Well," he said, looking around. He seemed to recover quickly from his indisposition. "In order to know what happened, first we have to know where we are." He wandered down the alley, studying it. "I see Big Ben, so we're still in London. Something must have transported us."
"Doctor," Martha interrupted, sounding a bit sick. She had found a newspaper and was looking at it. "We're still in London, all right, but look at the date on this paper."
The Doctor came over and studied it. "August sixteenth, nineteen sixty-nine," he said softly. He frowned. "Why is that familiar?"
"Sally Sparrow," Martha said. "Remember? She said these stone angels would trap us away from the TARDIS in nineteen sixty-nine."
"The weeping angels." He blinked at the paper a moment longer, then tossed it aside in frustration. "Oh, come on! I just dealt with these angels. Except... this was before the angels meet Sally, so this is in their past before they even steal the TARDIS." He sighed, looking a bit helplessly around. "And now we're stuck, again, without the TARDIS. Where's a wizard when you need one?"