Flickering lights! RUN! No, fool. Turn around, look! The Doctor stopped running and spun around. His eyes flitted this way and that, striving to see something in between the dark intervals.

"Nothing. But why nothing!," he exclaimed, "There's something I'm missing, something..," The Doctor pounded his head as if he were trying to cram the answer into his brain. He began pacing around trying to sort out what was going on.

The TARDIS had landed him in a very large abandoned building. Unfortunately, he had wondered off and seemed to have lost his TARDIS. But, that thought was no longer on his mind, he was solely focused on the pressing issue. He had soniced the lights earlier when they started flickering, and found the lights to be in perfect working condition. Whatever was making the lights flicker, he know was something strong, something powerful. Whatever it was, flickering lights was never a good sign.

"What was that!" The Doctor could have sworn he saw a shadow of something flit by. He stopped pacing and stared in the direction of the movement for a couple seconds, then began walking towards the spot, holding up his sonic screwdriver like a flashlight. He squinted his eyes, hoping it would increase his power of sight.

CLANG! The Doctor spun around holding the screwdriver at shoulder height. Some equipment against the wall on the other side of the corridor and been knocked over. There was definitely something in here with him. "Oh, c'mon! I'm not going to hurt you! I have no intention of harming you in any way," he yelled out into the darkness. His eyebrows raised in anticipation of an answer as he looked up to see if it was on the ceiling.

"AHHH!" when the Doctor looked back down there was a statue of an angel standing over him. The Doctor stepped back a few paces, keeping his eyes trained on the angel. "That's odd!" he studied the angel with knitted brows. It was not in a regular pose of an angel about to eat something. It wasn't showing fangs, nor was there a look of anger on its face. It looked scared. It looked like it was pleading for something. "What could you possibly be worried about? There isn't much that could hurt you, except yourself and your own kind." The Doctor walked around the angel, studying it, trying to figure it out, carefully not blinking. "What am I supposed to do? If I let myself blink, I could be killed or worse in an instant or…" The Doctor quickly soniced it. "Nothing much. My you are a hungry one. When was the last time you ate?" This was all puzzling information.

The angels needed to feed on the energy of potential timelines and it didn't seem like this one had eaten in a long time. "What makes you so special? Why haven't you eaten? Why are you in an abandoned building and why are you trying to get my attention? Do you need my help? How am I supposed to give you my help?" The Doctor sat puzzling for a little while. "Well, there's nothing for it. I can't sit here staring at you forever." I'll have to run for it. The Doctor quickly soniced the statue, "There that'll give me some time."

He began backing up, keeping his eyes on the statue for as long as possible then he turned and ran. He skidded round corners and ran up and down different staircases. TARDIS WHERE ARE YOU! He threw glances over his shoulder to hopefully slow down the angel, in case, it was close behind. I cant keep running! Where are the exits? "Come to think of it, I think I've been running in a circle!" he said breathlessly. The Doctor came to an abrupt halt and quickly turned around, his coat swirling behind him. Where is it? The Doctor turned on the spot, trying to catch the angel before it caught him. Suddenly, he froze.

The angels arms were around his body. Not touching him. Its arms formed a circle around The Doctor and he could not escape. "Why? Why didn't you just feed? I don't understand! What could you possibly want from me?" I'll have to close my eyes! I can't escape any other way! "Alright, I'm closing my eyes. What do you need from me?" The Doctor closed his eyes.

He heard a soft scraggly voice, much like the sound of stone grating against stone. It was rough, but reminded him of kindness. "Help me!" the voice whispered. "Help you from what?" The Doctor asked.

"I don't want to hurt people," it sounded like it hadn't spoken in years.

"What do you mean, you don't want to hurt people?" The Doctor puzzled.

"I am shunned by my kind because I refuse to feed on people. I obtain energy in a more rudimentary way, but it is becoming harder to survive this way. I need to stay to help others be more like me. You are the only one who can help me."

"I don't understand! This is who you are! That's how you obtain energy! What other way is there?"

"Please, don't ask too much. I only want to live and live to protect innocent humans. You see, Doctor, I share your feelings about humans. I find them fascinating creatures who deserve none of what my race has done and is doing to them."

"You? You, the predator, out to save the prey. Brilliant."

"Do you think so Doctor? I had hoped you would approve! I am sorry I startled you earlier, I needed to get your attention. I know your expertise area and outside of that area, I hear you can be a tad dense."

"What?! Who told you that?"

"I have my sources, Doctor. Truth be told, though, I have been following you for a while. I had heard much about you and I was hoping you may be the one to figure out my little problem."

"You brought the TARDIS here?!"

"I didn't think you would have figured that one out, but I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. You have many abilities and intuition and knowledge are some of them."

"Been following me, eh?" The Doctor swore he could here stone moving almost as if the statue was smiling.

"I cannot hold you in a prisonlike state forever. Promise me you will at least try to help me?"

"I promise and I hope you can spread the word if all works out well."

"I would very much enjoy that. Thank you for listening, Doctor, even though I seem to have forced you into it."

"800+ years and I still have much to learn and discover."

"Indeed."

The Doctor opened his eyes. The angel had moved so that it was directly in front of him. "Brilliant!" The angel was smiling at the Doctor, with an almost sad expression, and it was waving at the Doctor in a seemingly grateful gesture.

"If you need me again, you know how to reach me, if I'm not back with an alternative by the time you deem it necessary." The Doctor took one last look at the angel and turned around.

"TARDIS!" The TARDIS was right behind. That cunning angel must have hidden it from me. He spun around to rebuke the angel but found that it was gone.

"Until next time, Doctor," whispered a stoneish voice from the shadows.