Don't Blink! You Blink And We Both Go Down.... (Tony)

The Doctor ran out of the tardis at full speed. He was on a hunt today. What had sent him on this hunt? Rumors! Whispers in the wind! A man had told him that the stone creatures would come to kill him and a man named Tony. It didn't make too much sense seeing as there aren't many stone creatures that are dangerous in the world. There was a planet made of stone with stone people, but they were completely harmless! So this warning left eleven a bit baffled. The answer might have been as plain as day to some people, but the Doctor wasn't just some people. He was beyond just normal or average. Several people had even told him he was weird and well... they never actually stopped. Humans may have been told they were weird; therefore, most would believe when the Doctor was called weird it was the same thing. Well, it wasn't. Doctor weird was way different. How so? It would take too long for even him to explain.

Coming to a complete stop, he pulled out a piece of paper. The Doctor had gone all around time and space trying to find the right Tony. There were so many it did take a while to narrow it down. Although, the Doctor couldn't help but smile at how he had accomplished this. "Tall... Sixteen years old..." He thought over the description. "Great. So all I have to show for this is a two word description and a post office that's closed." The Doctor said in an aggravated tone as he slid the paper into his pocket and walked on.

A flickering light on a building that held several statues of mothers with their children made the Doctor stop. It had just occurred to the Doctor that the street was way too quiet. Regardless of what city, town, or planet it was. All planets were at least a little busy. This one seemed too dead and it unnerved the Doctor, but at the same time it thrilled him.

Seeing a small movement, he glanced at one of the statues. The tall mother held the child's hand as if to show care about the stone child. His eyes focused on the statue. The weird thing was the child had been in behind the mother a moment ago... now he was in front? Did it really move? Just then, the answer hit the Doctor and his eyes went wide. Weeping. Angels. Now the warning made sense. Stone. Creatures. That meant Weeping Angels!

The Doctor moved back into a young man that was about sixteen. He spun around to glance at the male quickly, feeling crushed for time, but when he glanced back to the statures, they hadn't moved. Had it been a trick of the light? It couldn't have been... The Doctor faced the teen boy again. "You should really fix those statues.... Don't want to scare the tourist."

The Doctor stared at Tony when he spoke. Tony Lantz? He had been looking for someone name Tony, maybe this was him. A smile came onto his face for a second as he pointed at Tony. "You. I've been looking for you." He clasp his hands together, still smiling a little. Finally, some progress! Suddenly, something moved in the corner of the Doctor's eye. He slowly glanced over to see that the statue had moved. Three inches to be exact. Turning to face the statue, he started walking towards it. "Now that's interesting. Why do they move?" His eyes searched the stature, avoiding the eyes. This was the one thing the Doctor had the most trouble at fighting. It was a Weeping Angel. Once the thought had completely crossed the Doctor's mind, he moved back, nearly falling at how nervous he felt. "Don't. Blink." He said, breathing a bit heavily. It wasn't from running, he did that all the time. This was just in his personality.

The statue stood still while the Doctor stared at it. It wouldn't move until he glanced away, but he wondered if Tony actually believed him when he said don't blink. Clapping his hands together again, his eyes moved around the statue as he tried to figure out some sort of plan. "Four stone statues. Ah..... this.... is Christmas. Right!" He accidentally faced Tony without thinking. When he had realized his mistake, he quickly faced the angels again. "Okay, so.... four angels.... always means.... there are more...." The Doctor pulled out his screwdriver and scanned the area. His eyes get a bit wide at the readings. "Were doomed-" He shook his head and babbled on. "No! No were not. Twelve weeping angels, I have seen more." Too many others, he'd seem very confused, but to the Doctor he was right on point or... mostly on point.

Pushing his sonic screwdriver down, he flipped it and put it up. "Plan.... I need a plan.... Tony!" He keeps his eyes fixed on the statue. "Do you know anything about the Weeping Angels?"