As We Keep Running

Floor Three

The tube ride was much quicker than the previous this time. It was still a little uncomfortable being shoved up against the Doctor in a space so small, but we survived.

Though I wasn't sure we would survive what was coming next.

The tube opened up to a large, empty white room. The Doctor and I hopped out before the countdown had even started. As the tube closed up and disappeared behind us, though, we met a new surprise. The room was no longer empty.

"Cute," the Doctor murmured quite sarcastically.

The room was full of statues. Daleks, cybermen, many forms of aliens- it seemd as if everything the Doctor had ever encountered was in statue form, in that room.

Being the megafan that I am, I immediately noticed that something was missing. "Hey, Doctor. How come there aren't any weeping angels?"

He was busy inspecting a dalek. I looked over all of the statues once more, making sure there really weren't any angels with us. He hadn't heard me.

"Doctor, how come there aren't any weeping angel statues?"

He looked up at me. "What do you mean, no weeping angels?"

"There aren't any here. You know, in a room of statues, full of every other alien thing you've run into? Were they afraid the angel would become real?"

"Well, any statue of a weeping angel is likely to be a weeping angel. It's different with these, though. Just because there is a cyberman statue doesn't mean there is a real cyber-"

He cut off, and a look of realization crossed with horror appeared on his face. "Savannah, we need to get out of here. Now."

"Why?"

"Look around for exits. Don't get close to anything except the walls."

"Doctor, what's going on?" Even I could hear panic quickly creeping into my voice.

"These are a new kind of angel, crafted by something or someone with such a vile mind and a will to kill that they have mixed things together that should never, ever be mixed."

"What do you mean?"

I looked at him, and he looked back at me. "Every statue here is an angel. A different kind of angel. An alien, robot, whatever-their-race-is angel."

I could hardly keep from crying out in fear. The weeping angels were one of the only things I'd seen on Doctor Who that really scared me, and now I was in a room of a new angel species.

The Doctor looked back at the statues. "I need you to come over here and watch them for me while I look for an exit."

I did as I was told, mostly out of fear. The Doctor was turned towards the wall, sonicing away at it with his screwdriver. I had my back against his back, watching, careful not to look in the eyes of any of the things.

Finally, I heard a little click behind me. "There we go!" The Doctor said. "You go first."

We traded spots, and I was soon looking at an open square about two feet by two feet, carved into the wall. It was sort of like an air vent. I took a deep breath and crawled in, the cool metal of the miniscule tunnel both uncomfortable and soothing.

I was a few feet in when I heard the Doctor enter behind me. I turned back to watch him place something back over the opening and seal the thing into place with the sonic screwdriver, which he then returned to his pocket.

"What now?" I asked. My voice echoed through the space, which obviously continued further.

"Just crawl. You lead the way."

"To where?"

Of course, forever the helpful friend, the Doctor shrugged.