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  Just great. Weeping angels. The   Doctor was sure of it. All the signs   were here; the strange disappearances   over the past few months, it wasn't a   coincidence it all. They had went to the   cemetery where it all had happened just   a few days ago. Since then it was the   two of them trying to find a way to trap   the Angel before it could strike again and   take someone.
            Clara was now getting a   cup of coffee, while the Doctor was off   thinking; she needed the caffeine and   some time to herself. However, it seemed   that notion was short lived when   someone sat down across from her,   and they didn't look as though they were   just there to ask for the sugar from her table.
     â Sorry, can I help you? â
