In a flash, it was outside. The year was still 2007. It sat in the front. Someone had stopped to look at the rundown old house and they saw the angel. It froze in its weeping position. And it truly wept for the others. Those poor angels.

After about five minutes, the people left. The angel moved again, this time outside the home of a man named James Cannon. He was twenty, with a long life ahead of him. Perfect for the angel.

It was slowly losing energy. It needed his. The angel went inside and touched James. He was gone, and the angel felt its energy rise slowly. It moved on, to the next house.

And the next.

And the next.

For a whole year it fed, stopping every now and then. If it took in too much energy, it could “overload” and die. But it was always careful not to allow that to happen. It was the last weeping angel. It had to survive.

Besides, it hadn’t yet encountered Sally Sparrow or The Doctor. It needed to survive… to get revenge.

And then, it was there. The blue box they had captured. And he was walking back with that girl, the girl who helped him destroy his comrades. She wasn’t as guilty as the Sparrow child, but any revenge would be sweet. The angel felt its excitement rise higher and higher. It’s time for revenge had come.