For a fraction of a second, every one of them froze. Then the Doctor spurred into action, pacing back and forth over the gravel path as he did so. "Okay, so we need to find another route back to the TARDIS. Most likely, we'll end up climbing down the side. We do, however, have one big advantage: the angels can't move when we're looking at them."
Jet started back up the mountain, but turned around again when he saw that no one was following him. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Let's go!"
The other three just stared at him, petrified. River was the one to speak, her voice shaking. "Jet, turn around."
He turned slowly, as if trying to remain as still as possible. About a hundred yards up the path was a statue that hadn't been there the last time they'd checked: a weeping angel. Jet backed slowly toward the others, never taking his eyes off of it. "One more thing," the Doctor added. "Don't look into its eyes."
"Well now what are we going to do?" asked Rain.
The Doctor sent a sideways glare to River. "I thought you said they would be here in ten minutes!"
She glanced back at her communicator. "First of all, that was for the ones behind us. Second of all, that was nine minutes ago." Their eyes got wide as they realized what she had said. Snapping their heads around, they were able to see that the angels behind them were now closer than the one in front.
"Rain, Jet!" the Doctor called. "Don't take your eyes off the one in front of you. We'll handle the ones back here."
"And what will happen if we do?" asked Rain.
"Well, you'll most likely be displaced somewhere in history," he answered.
River leaned over to him. "Sweetie, what exactly is your plan to get out of this?"
"You know, the plan you always come up with at the last minute?"
"Oh, right. That plan." To be honest, the Doctor's plan had been to go back up and find a better way down, but that was out of the question now. Quickly, he began to formulate solutions in his head. He then narrowed them down to the one that they could do with the least risk of death. "How many angels are we dealing with?"
River checked her scanner. "There are ten between us and the TARDIS and only two following us."
"Good?" she asked incredulously.
"Trust me," he answered, taking her hand.
He couldn't help but smile. "Rain, Jet," he called again. "I need you to try and walk backward down the mountain so you can keep watching the angel. Can you do that?"
For just a moment, they looked at each other in disbelief. However, that moment was long enough to allow the angel to move closer and for another to come into sight. Jet quickly answered, "Yeah, sure, no problem."
Slowly, the Doctor and River advanced forward, keeping an eye on the angels in front of them. The Doctor spoke to River now. "I'll watch the ones in front, but I need you to watch the ones on the side as we pass them so that they don't sneak up behind Rain and Jet."
She silently nodded in agreement, and they processed forward. They were now practically back-to-back, allowing no space for angels to come between them. As they wound their way through the statues, the Doctor counted them in his head. One, two, three, four, five, six. Six? River had said that there were ten on this side, so where were the others?
Now, they neared the base of the mountain. The Doctor nearly sighed with relief at the sight of the TARDIS. That is, until he saw an angel on every side. By the looks of it, they had been attempting to break in.
They remained in their back-to-back positions, just in case the angels decided to follow them. Now they were so close that the Doctor snapped his fingers to open the door. "Okay, I'm going to count to three, and when I do, everyone get in the TARDIS as fast as you can. Got it?" All nodded in approval. "One . . . two . . . three!"
At this, they all dashed inside. All of them, that is, except for Rain. Her arm was firmly in the grasp of a weeping angel. "Doctor!" she screamed.
The Doctor rushed to her side, ordering Jet not to take his eyes off the angel. Jet was eager to do anything and everything possible to help her.
Now the Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the statue's hand, attempting to make it release its stony grip. As Jet watched the angel, he attempted to calm down Rain, who was practically in hysterics. "It's alright. It's okay. The Doctor knows what he's doing. You do know what you're doing, don't you?"
The Doctor fiddled with his screwdriver. "Of course I do!" he said, slapping it. "I just need to find the right setting. Ah, here it is." He pointed it at the angel's hand, sonicking it. Instead of releasing, it just turned to gravel. Still, Rain was free. "Okay, he said. Now back toward the door and keep your eyes on them for as long as you can."
By following his orders, they found themselves safely inside in no time. The Doctor locked the door behind them, just in case. River was already busy piloting the TARDIS away from there. "We have enough power to get back to the universe, but she'll need to stop to recharge again soon," River stated. The Doctor ran up next to her to arrange for their next location.
Jet, who hadn't left Rain's side, reached down and lifted her arm, which was red and scraped from her attempts at freeing herself from the angel's grasp. She quickly pulled it away. "Don't worry," she assured him, "Time Lords heal faster than humans." Sure enough, she lifted her arm to show him that the gold light had already begun to envelop her arm. In a matter of seconds, any evidence of the scrape was gone.
"Wow. Maybe you could teach me how to do that," he laughed.
She gave him a sarcastic smirk. "All it takes is Time Lord genes."
Jet sighed, and then looked over at the Doctor, who was leaning on the console, talking to River. "Oy, Doctor!" he called.
The Doctor, who was surprised that Jet was addressing him at all, practically fell down as he tried to stand up straight. "Yes?"
"Permission to hug?" he asked hopefully.
The Doctor gave a defeated sigh. "Permission granted."
Jet now wrapped Rain in his arms, pulling her closer. He wanted to keep her there, in his arms, knowing that nothing could ever hurt her again. But he knew that was impossible, especially since he was only a human. So instead, he held on until the Doctor cleared his throat, indicating that they should break apart.
Jet looked cautiously back at him. "Permission to kiss?"
His question was met with an attempt at glaring. "Don't push it."
The look on his face was so comical, that Jet couldn't help laughing, which in turn made Rain laugh. The Doctor crossed his arms and pouted about the fact that his seriousness was never taken seriously. River looked over to see what all the laughing was about, and simply couldn't help but laugh at how much the Doctor looked like an angry child. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him.
The feel of River holding him was the one thing that could always make him instantly calm. It was only a matter of time before he found himself laughing too. Somehow, he mused silently to himself, life-threatening situations always seem to have a way of bringing people together.