The Doctor made a round of the cameras, zapping each with his sonic screwdriver. ‘All the recordings destroyed,’ he said. ‘The film crew won’t be happy, but I think it’s better than letting the world end.’
‘Yes, I think so,’ said Amy with a grin.
‘Now I’m just popping out for a while,’ said the Doctor. ‘Keep an eye on that Angel for me, will you? I’ll meet you in Trafalgar Square in an hour.’
‘Where are you going?’ asked Amy, but the Doctor was already out of the door.
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.’
Epilogue
AMY AND RORY and the two old ladies left the Angels and went off to meet the Doctor.
The queue of magic acts had been cleared away from the theatre, but Trafalgar Square was crowded. People were gathered around the Fourth Plinth.
‘Just in there,’ Amy heard the Doctor say to a couple of men. ‘Make sure they keep facing each other.’
‘What’s going on?’ she asked as they joined him.
He smiled. ‘Oh, I think I’ve found something to put on the Fourth Plinth. A statue of two angels facing each other. I call it Monument to the Missing. I just had to pop back a few weeks and call in some favours. By the way, while I was there I booked our theatre tickets. Oh yes, and something else.’ He beckoned to Mrs Hooper. ‘Amber, I’ve got someone who wants to see you.’
Mrs Hooper started hobbling over to the Doctor. Then she saw what he was talking about. She dropped her walking stick and ran like the teenager she’d been only hours before. ‘Max! Oh, Max!’
The little tan and white Jack Russell leapt into her arms.
‘Where did he come from?’ asked Amy.
The Doctor tried and failed to look modest. ‘Oh, well, I just found Max’s vet record, put the code for his ID chip into the sonic and tracked him down. I swapped him for a wodge of cash, and here we are!’
‘Nice one!’ said Amy. ‘By the way, any idea what happened to Sammy Star?’
‘No,’ said the Doctor. ‘Which is very good. All he wanted was fame and fortune. I think if he became very famous or very rich in the past, I’d have heard of him. I haven’t heard of him. So he didn’t. That might be punishment enough.’ He frowned. ‘Well, maybe not quite enough. I’m just hoping that all the girls he tricked found good lives back in the past like Amber Reynolds did.’
Amy gave a big, tired sigh. ‘Time to go?’
The Doctor nodded. ‘The Angels will be safe here. Trafalgar Square. It’s never empty and it’s never dark. Even if something goes wrong, they’ll always be observed.’ He strode off. ‘Come on, Ponds! Back to the TARDIS!’
Amy and Rory stood for a moment, watching the Angels being lifted into place.
‘Mrs Hooper told me about losing Max,’ said Rory after a minute. ‘A stranger came to the door and bought him off her dad. That’s what made her run away.’
Amy’s eyes widened. ‘The Doctor said he went back in time – oh no! He did it! He made her run away! Should we tell her? Should we tell him?’
‘No,’ said Rory. ‘You heard what she said. She wouldn’t change it. She had a dreadful life here, before she ran away. Back in the past, she met her Albert. Had her girls.’ He bent down and kissed her. ‘You can put up with anything, if it means you get to be with the people you love.’
In the middle of the square, Mrs Hooper and Mrs Collins started to dance. For a moment, Amy saw them as they had been, two lost teenage girls. Amber Reynolds and Kylie Duncan, dancing at the VE Day party in 1945. Max ran around the women’s ankles, barking happily.
Holding hands, Amy and Rory walked off after the Doctor.
As they went, they heard the two old ladies’ voices lifted in song.
‘It may be an hour, it may be a week, it may be fifty years. But I know we will find loving hearts still entwined, on the day we meet again...’
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