Weeping Angels - Flight and fire

‘Right,’ said Rory, heaving young Mark into an upright position. While he did this, the Doctor managed to get old Mark standing and half-lifted, half-dragged him towards the doorway.

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Rory’s lungs felt like they were on fire. As he struggled across the room with young Mark, all the light fittings burst into flames.

‘I don’t get it,’ shouted Amy over the chaos. ‘Why isn’t the sprinkler system switching on?’

‘Something’s preventing it,’ said the Doctor. ‘Look.’

Rory followed the Doctor’s gaze to the window on the far side of the room. Six stone figures stood on the other side of the glass, their hands pressed against its surface, staring inside with serene, blank faces. The Weeping Angels. All bathed in the flickering glow of the lightning.

‘What are they doing?’ shouted Rory to the Doctor.

‘What do you think?’ the Doctor yelled back. ‘Feeding!’

But that was impossible, thought Rory. They were four storeys up. There was nothing for the Angels to be standing on.

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Touched by an Angel, Chapter 14