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Just great. Weeping angels. The Doctor was sure of it. All the signs were here; the strange disappearances over the past few months, it wasn't a coincidence it all. They had went to the cemetery where it all had happened just a few days ago. Since then it was the two of them trying to find a way to trap the Angel before it could strike again and take someone.
Clara was now getting a cup of coffee, while the Doctor was off thinking; she needed the caffeine and some time to herself. However, it seemed that notion was short lived when someone sat down across from her, and they didn't look as though they were just there to ask for the sugar from her table.
❝ Sorry, can I help you? ❞
