ᴇʟʏꜱɪᴀɴ

xxɪᴠ.

xxɪᴠ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋ
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On a dark wet night, a woman climbs over a lovely set of wrought iron gates with a Danger Keep Out Unsafe Structure London County Council notice on them and goes up the gravel driveway to the big house.

She breaks in through a boarded up window and takes photographs of the plastic covered chandeliers resting on the floors, and other pieces of furniture.

Then she notices the letter B peeking from underneath a piece of peeling wallpaper. She pulls at it to reveal the words: Beware the weeping angel.

Underneath that is, Oh, and duck! Really, duck! Sally Sparrow duck, now.

So she ducks just before the window behind her is broken by a thrown pot, which bounces off the wall and breaks on the floor.

The light of her torch reveals a statue outside, a winged angel with its hands covering its face. She goes back to the wall and pulls off more paper to reveal -

Love from the Doctor and Juliet (1969)
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"Kathy?", The woman called Sally calls.

The Doctor and Juliet are on a monitor screen in a room at the far end.

"-yet. They're coming. They're coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck."

"Good luck. Stay safe.", Juliet says.

There are lots of screens in the room with the image of the Doctor and Juliet on them, and one with them Martha, and Thea.
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The mobile phone by the bed rings.

"Hello?", The woman groggily, says into it.
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"Bit freaked. Need to talk. Making you a coffee.", Sally tells her.

"Sally Sparrow, it's one in the morning. Do you think I'm coming round at one in the morning?"

"No."
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"I'm in the kitchen. What's that on all those screens in your front room?"

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Sally, you've met my brother Larry, haven't you?", Kathy says, suddenly.
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"No."

"You're about to.", Kathy sighs.

The door opens and a man, who is naked at least down to three inches below his navel appears.

"Okay. Not sure, but really, really hoping. Pants?"

"No."

Kathy closes her phone, grabs her dressing gown and runs out of the bedroom.

"Put them on! Put them on! I hate you! What're you thinking?", Kathy exclaims throwing pants at him.

Larry drifts away.

"Sorry. My useless brother. Sally? What's wrong? What's happened?"
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Sally and Kathy climb the gates in daylight.