Weeping Angels - Mirror duplication

They waited, and watched. It was creepy. Amy was glad she had Rory’s hand to hold. Not that she was going to tell him that.

An image flickered on the far side of the mirror, and Amy shivered. It got more and more solid, a ghost in reverse, until there were two Angels in the room.

‘Phew!’ said Rory. ‘It worked.’

Amy nudged him. ‘I think I’ve spotted a flaw in our plan.’

Another image had begun to shimmer into life.

‘The mirror’s between them! The Doctor was worried about someone walking in front of it, he didn’t think where the new Angel would go! The image of the first Angel’s still in the mirror, it’s going to keep making new ones! They need to be looking at each other.’

She was still speaking as Rory leapt onto the stage. He pushed the mirror out of the way. It fell to the floor and shattered.

‘Seven years’ bad luck,’ said Amy.

Rory grinned. ‘Oh, I don’t think so.’

The new image had gone. Amy looked at the two solid Weeping Angels, now almost nose to nose. They would be looking at each other, frozen solid, for ever.

Rory looked at his wife. ‘I think,’ he said, ‘that I’m going to keep on being very lucky indeed.’

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Magic of the Angels, Chapter 11