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Chapter 25: Separated

As they walked off the upstairs patio and down the narrow stairwell that led to the second floor of the house, the Doctor walked close behind the Archivist, accommodating their linked hands that kept them from being too far apart. According to custom, they couldn't cut the ribbons—which weren't so tight as to be uncomfortable on their individual wrists, but tight enough that they had to hold hands—until they'd united physically.

They had made it to the second floor of the house and walked down the hallway past the bedrooms and to the flight of stairs that led to the main floor of the house. As they walked down the stairs, the Doctor looked at the family pictures that remained there, of Christine Madison and her husband Greg, and their two children Titus and Jane."

As they reached the final steps, the Doctor slowed as he saw a picture of he and Christine. "I'd forgotten you took that picture on your phone of us!"

"Yes, the night we made pizza together I—"

She had been tugging him along until she suddenly stopped talking when suddenly the pull on his wrist went slack. He immediately turned, the sensation in his head as shocking as the feel on his wrist. And he found—

Nothing.

She had disappeared.

The ribbon hung slack around his wrist.

"Hey what are you playing at, Arch!" He yelled as he hopped down the final stairs and gasped.

Standing just around the corner, hand pointed towards him—towards where the Archivist had just stood—was a Weeping Angel.

He stood, wide-eyed, staring, not blinking—no, not even blinking—at the stone statue frozen before him. "What have you done!?" he shouted. "What did you do with her!? Where did you send her!? Tell me! Where? Where did you send her?"

He started to back away, gasping at the loss of her presence in his mind, trying to calculate how he was going to get out of this and get back to Archie. His only hope was that there wasn't another Angel behind him as he walked backwards, staring at the angel, as he moved through the open floor plan of the house and towards the back door where the TARDIS was parked in the garden. He had to get to the TARDIS. Had to figure out how to find her.

When he reached the door, tears now streaming down his face as he wept over the loss of his beloved, he saw in his peripheral vision the floor length mirror Christine had kept there. He snatched it up and slid it to his back so that it faced outward behind him. He knew having a Weeping Angel look at itself in the mirror held danger, but used in a pinch, for a short amount of time, was exactly what he needed to make it the last 50 feet to the TARDIS.

He ran. Awkwardly with the mirror held behind him, but he ran. He approached the TARDIS and once to the door, he let the mirror drop and slid in, slamming the door behind him.

Once in the safety of the ship, he collapsed to the floor, gasping through sobs as he held onto the ribbon still loosely hanging onto his wrist.

"Doc!" Jack yelled out

"Doctor!" yelled Donna.

They, along with Martha, Mickey, Shaun, Wilf, Sylvia, and Lucille, all ran towards him. Donna reached him first.

"Doctor! Where is she? Where is the Archivist?"

His mind was spinning, struggling to grab hold of any one thought. He was relieved his friends were safe. He was tormented at the loss of his new bride. He was furious at the Angel somewhere outside his TARDIS that had taken her away.

"Doctor, take a deep breath before you pass out." Martha said as she pushed through the others to get to his side and check him over.

"Martha—it was—it was the Angels. A Weeping Angel. Took her."