The Unseen Angel

Try as she might, she could not stop the the tears that slid down her cheeks.

"Damn!" She despised crying. It was physically and mentally exhausting, and it solved nothing. Tears would not bring the Doctor back to her.

She stood, shaking out her skirts. The fabric was torn near the bottom, where she had stepped on it. Her lips flattened into a grim line. What a bloody ridiculous fad, petticoats were. They were a hindrance that deprived women of the ability to accomplish anything of practical importance.

She spun on her heel, cautiously as not to fall again. She then threw back her shoulders, adjusted her hair as best she could, and began towards the main road with her head held high. She was the picture of gentle poise. Inside, however, she felt a deep sense of hopelessness take hold.

A sudden gust of wind blew free what remained of her hair twist. A blue light shone, followed by a familiar, alien wheeze.

She dared not turn around, lest it turn out to be a figment of her imagination. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder. She turned hesitantly, eyes wide.

"Sally? Sally Sparrow?" Questioned the Doctor, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Y-yes." Sally spluttered.

"My god! It really is you!" The strange, fantastic man exclaimed. "I couldn't even imagine- I mean, how are you here? I was halfway to the year 3027 when I thought, 'What?That wasn't Sally Sparrow. No, no couldn't have been.' But it was, indeed, you!"

" Oh! Well, um, yes. It is me." Sally managed to get out. The Doctor was embracing her so tightly, she was beginning to find it difficult to breathe.

"Yes indeed....Sally Sparrow." He added the last as if confirming her existence to himself. He clicked his tongue and released her.

" Now, Sally, how did you end up here? In 1863?" He asked the question as if the thought had just now crossed his mind.

 

Sally's expression grew somber. Her eyes glazed over as she said, “It’s a long story.”

“The best kind.” The Doctor replied, his mood dampening as well. Sally took a shaky breath. “I think we’d better go inside.” Said The Doctor.  He fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door of the phone box. When they were both comfortably situated inside, Sally began to her story.

"We, Larry and I, went to check out Wester Drumlins, as the weeping angels were all trapped, or so we thought..."

"Sally! Wait! This is a bad idea!"

"Oh, come on. The angels are all trapped in the basement, a place I have no interest in going. I never got to take all the photos of the old house that I wanted. And something about the place, makes me feel sad-"

"'Which is happy for deep people.' I know, I know. This house just gives me the creeps." Larry Nightingale replied with an exaggerated shiver.

Sally smiled when her back was turned to him. Her knight in shining armor, he was. Truthfully, she was a tad frightened. But that was why she was there. She wasn't going to let fear control her. If she could face this, she could face anything...like, say, the prospect of marriage.

Larry had been hinting at wanting something more for months now. Sally had done her best to avoid the topic, but it was clear that he was planning on making a move very soon.

She climbed over the wrought iron gate. Larry followed clumsily, more falling than landing on the other side of the fence.

As they approached the back of the house, a shiver raced down Sally's spine.