The Doctor stroked the bronze inside of his TARDIS. “Where to now?” he asked her softly. Suddenly, as if in reply, a message appeared on the psychic paper. “Save me from the angels. Save me from the angels” was the message that flashed across the paper in bold, dark ink.
“Sounds like someone got different angels than they bargained for,” said the Doctor. “What do you say we go on an adventure, you sexy thing?” the Doctor asked his TARDIS. And right away they were headed for Earth. The TARDIS materialized in a small town. It was definitely not the New England country side, but it wasn’t really a place you could call a city. There were shops lining the street and at the end of the street there was a nice looking coffee shop. “No reason I can’t grab a latte before I start,” the Doctor thought. He headed down the sidewalk, which was actually quite clean. He looked around as he walked. It was quite a nice little town. If he hadn’t been in such a hurry he definitely would have stayed. The grass was trimmed and in the middle of the town was a fountain. He did notice an angel in the fountain and decided to steer clear. He pressed a button to make a right turn instead of go straight. The hand that signaled the cars to go suddenly turned to the walking symbol that signaled them to stop. The Doctor crossed and was on his way, but the detour ended up being a lot longer than the Doctor had expected.
“Good thing I’ve got two hearts or that would have been exhausting,” he said as he walked into the shop. Wait…money. He checked his pockets. Thankfully he had brought some with him from one of the many rooms in the TARDIS. He got in line behind a woman that looked like she was around the age of twenty.
“Sorry, ma’am,” the barista said. “You’re short about twenty-five cents.” The woman searched her wallet.
“I can cover you,” said the Doctor handing the barista a quarter. The woman looked at him for a moment, as if not sure what to think, and then thanked him. She walked over to the table, and the Doctor ordered his latte, but he couldn’t help but over hearing the girl the woman was sitting with.
“Is anyone coming to the house about the angel statues? I think someone should have a look at them,” said the girl. At this the Doctor stopped and went over to the table.
“I’m the Doctor, and I’m here about the statues. And you’re right. Someone should have a look at them. A very, very long look,” said the Doctor.
“Are you trying to scare the child even more?” the woman asked.
“No, I’m the Doctor, and I’m quite the expert in statues and that sort of thing,” the Doctor said.
“Are you a landscaper, then?” the woman asked.
“Yes, that’s it, landscaper. Mind if I take a look at the lawn, the lawn with the statues? It would be pro bono, of course,” the Doctor said.
Before the woman could react, the girl interjected. “Please let him, Ellie.”
“It’s quite odd, a landscaper that calls himself the Doctor just showing up,” she looked into the girl’s scared eyes, “but if it makes you feel better, he can come and look at the angel statues and prove that everything is fine.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor. “It’s Ellie, right?”
“Eleanor,” said the woman. “You can call me Eleanor.”
“And I’m Elise. Ellie is my nanny,” said the girl.
“Nice to meet you Eleanor and Elise,” said the Doctor.
