Running through the woods withe leaves crunching under my feet, I realized I was lost. I stopped dead in my tracks, and tried to figure it out. I knew who I was, who I was running from, and why, but I didn't know where I was running to. All was silent except for my heavy breathing.
But then the crows found me.
They were squawking sirens, telling them they had found me. I started running again, picking up my pace withe every stride. I kept running until I broke through into a clearing.
It was a trap.
There they were all lined up on the other side of the clearing. I stood there frozen, watching them wait for me to blink so they could move.
Just then, I saw everything, I saw my mistakes, what I did right, and most of all, who was behind this all. Daleks, I should have known. In that moment when I saw through it all, something snuck up behind me.
I felt a cold, hard touch on my left arm, but it was also smooth and gentle, as if knowing they could brake me . The Angels had touched me.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on 21st century London. Where I belonged yet didn't want to be. I had to find him, and tell him of the danger he left behind on Trenzelore.
And I had to find him quickly before time ran out.
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Out Of Time
Science FictionWhen Clara finds herself at the mercy of the weeping angels, she's swept away back to 21st Century London on Earth. But what will happen when she can't find The Doctor in time to save the whole of space and time?
