Myra's beginning.

The cold, December wind whipped Myra's hair around her face as she trudged home. It had snowed the day before so everything in Cardiff was covered in white. She jammed her hands in her pockets, feeling gloomy from the cloudy day. She frowned as she passed the neighbors house. It seemed to be abandoned..who was she kidding it was abandoned. Her frown deepened as she noticed that one of the creepy Weeping Angel statues had its head turned towards her. She was positive it wasn't there before. Neither was that odd blue box that seemed so familiar to her.

Just a block away, Siren gives an exaggerated sigh. This was becoming ridiculous. She ran a hand through her bright, blue hair and looked around, noting a new scent in the air. "Hm." Siren follows the scent through a small gap between two houses to the other side of the block, spotting a girl staring at an...angel statue. Thoughtfully planned out curses formed as her eyes widened slightly.

Myra was confused as to where the blue box came from as well as the angel. She had heard of both of them but never actually saw them until tonight. Not long after seeing the two things she decided to go take a look at the blue box forgetting about the angel.

She steps out onto the street, staring down the angel with menace. Siren moves across the street towards Myra, never taking her eyes off the angel. "Oi, you, girl!"

"Huh?" Myra says as she turns around to see who is calling her. "We're to talking to me?" Myra says as she starts to walk towards the person.

"Do a quick three-sixty, do you see any other statues?" She says, ignoring the questions. She must think I'm crazy...Eh, most Tulvans are. Siren has noticed the blue box, but can't deal with that problem when there's a bloody angel near it.

Myra did a three-sixty as she was told and looked aroun to make sure there were no more of the angel. "No there's no more angels." Myra said stoping to look at the person again. "Who are you? If you don't mind me asking?" Myra says as she looks at the angel again.

"You may know me as Siren. Keep watching that statue." She looks around herself, and sniffs. "What's your name?"

"No I don't and I'm Myra. Just a normal human working for torchwood." She said as she continued to watch the angel. "And why do I have to keep looking at the angel?"

"I wasn't suggesting you might already know me, I was telling you what you could call me." She approaches the house the Angel is by. "The statues move when you're not looking, how long has it been here?"

"I don't know. I was on my way home from work when I noticed it and the blue box." Myra said as she blinked. "Oh ok."

Lost in her thoughts, Siren opened the house door and stepped inside, inhaling deeply. "Why are you here, hm?" She momentarily forgets about Myra while searching the structure for any signs as to how the angel got here.

"Was that question for me or the angel?" Myra asks as she walks by the angel not taking her eyes off of it until she gets inside the house and shuts the door behind her.

"The angel." She decides the evidence points to the same reasons it always does: Lost or hungry. Siren turns at the sound of the door shutting. "You're taking this all very well..." She sniffs. "And you're certainly human, why aren't you surprised?"

"Like I said I work for Torchwood. Ever heard of it? We deal with stuff like this, not only that but that blue box is called a TARDIS I've heard many of my colleagues talk about it and how it bigger on the inside." Myra said as she walked behind Siren.

"What are your intentions toward the TARDIS?" She opens the front door, and looks around for the Angel. "I am hunting the owner of that ship."

"Nothing just heard my colleuges talking about it." Myra said as she to looked out the door. "And who is this person you are looking for?" Myra said as she saw no sign of the angel.

"He's a member of a ancient, war-waging race known as te Timelords. His name is the Doctor, and if the universe is to continue on the roa to peace, he must die." She steps outside and approaches the TARDIS "Watch my back."

"What! You can't kill someone. That's not even right and no I won't watch your back." Myra says as she gets mad at Siren for wanting to kill someone.

"Your with Torchwood, and against killing? That must get inconvenient." She runs a hand down the side of the TARDIS. "Hm...where are you hiding?"

"Well I'm against you killing this person because I have heard many stories about him and believe that you shouldn't just go around killing. Yeah I may work for Torchwood but I have my limits on who I kill and who I don't." Myra said as she got even more mad at Siren for wanting to kill the man that she had heard stories about from her friends.

"That's cute." She pushes on the door, not expecting it to open. And it doesn't. Siren turns around and walks back into the house, pulling her revolver out of its holster at her hip. "How does someone find a man everyone wants to see, hm? How do I find the Doctor?" She is walking towards Myra now.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Myra said as she backed up. "Put the weapon away." Myra said as she continued to back up and eventually backed into a street light.

It had been hours sense The Doctor was last inside his TARDIS; rain had found its way onto his trench coat and suit several times throughout the stormy day prior to today when snow came down. "The longer i stay in the London, the weirder it gets" The Doctor mumbled to himself as he trudged through the four inches of snow that had accumulated on the streets curb, causing it to be barely visible. His shoes crunched down onto the snow over and over again until finally, The Doctor found solid concrete that had yet to be covered. Relinquishing in the happiness of finding some solid ground, The Doctor turned around the corner and immediately his eyes met the the sight of two figures eyeing his TARDIS; one stroking the side of it and the other speaking to the other young girl. Both girls from the looks of things, and both very interested in the old blue box that sat firmly atop the snow covered street.

The Doctor raised his eyebrow and continued to watch the pair for several minutes before ducking behind a nearby trash can once one of them looked over their shoulders. "What are you doing?" He mumbled to himself as he flipped out his sonic screwdriver and quickly scanned the two figures that circled around his time machine. Although, upon reading what the screwdriver picked up on, The Doctors attention and curiosity sparked, "Oh! Hello. High levels of void radioactivity, from a vortex manipulator maybe? Poorly built time machine? What are they admirers? L.I.N.D.A? Better hope not, don't want any more entanglements with them".

"Let it never be said the Doctor doesn't try to save people." She raises her weapon, barrel leveled with Myra's head. "He'll be close, the TARDIS is special, call for help. Bring te Doctor here." Siren's finer tightens around the trigger, and she waits for results.