Weeping Angel - Aftertaste

‘Rory!’ screamed Amy. ‘Rory! No!’

It had happened in an instant. There hadn’t been a flash or a sound. Rory had simply disappeared into the blackness like a light being switched off. Amy aimed her torch towards where she’d heard him fall. The thin light picked out an empty patch of glistening grass and a Weeping Angel, reaching down towards the ground with an outstretched hand.

Amy’s heart pounded. He’d gone. Her brave husband Rory had gone. He’d been touched by a Weeping Angel.

‘It’s all right,’ said future Rory, removing his Fez. ‘He’s just been sent back to 2001. Didn’t hurt a bit. Though you do get this sort of garlic-y taste in your mouth which takes ages to shift.’

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Touched by an Angel, Chapter 17