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Alex Reagan didn't have a coffee problem! She didn't. Okay, maybe she had a little of a coffee problem. But then again most people would if they hadn't had a good night sleep in three years. And they lived in Seattle, which was the coffee center of the world. Still, Alex is remarkably good at both makeup and dealing with her lack of sleep after all this time. But even then she's phased when there's the sound of a crashing, and a blue box literally just... crashlands in front of her.

"Oh my god!" The woman's voice is radio ready and distinctive, and still laced with a bit of her Canadian accent.

The blue box, whatever it is, misses the Pacific Northwest Stories studio, thank goodness, and seems to also miss every building on the street, but it's still there directly in front of her. Directly in front of her and everyone else around on the busy downtown street seems to be ignoring it. Thankfully for whoever was inside anyway, Alex Reagan, tiny and annoyingly persistent reporter, was never quite good at ignoring things that she really rather should. Seriously, she'd spent the last nearly three years working on a podcast that was full of things that she should actually have avoided.

Too late now though, and Alex has never been very good at listening to anything close to common sense, so still holding onto her coffee (a girl has to have priorities, and it's early enough in the day that her first reflex isn't to reach for the audio recorder that's practically an appendage in and of itself). Running towards the box, Alex quickly pushed on the door shouting, "is anyone in there?"

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Alex is just going to frown very very hard. Quite hard in fact. If Nic was around, Nic would call it the 'what did Strand do now' frown, but she's making it for multiple reasons, even as she's keeping up with them, and keeping her hand on her recorder. "I honestly wouldn't want to go to TANIS, it's not..." A beat and she finally settled on, "good. It's not good." Because honestly, it was very much not a good.

However, Alex's pale skin is going to get a bit more pale as he keeps talking about demons. Demons are the thing that Alex fears the most in the universe, and she's got good reason to. She may or may not have helped bring about the end of the world. Or Strand will do it in Geneva if they go. "...They actually can't though. Demons." Alex is going to stand her ground for a minute. "And they're trying to take over the world. It may be easy to you, but they're definitely not easy." She may have spent the last year trying to figure out how to stop them. But nothing so far.

"An angel." She's just going to give it as a statement rather than a question, because this entire time she's wondered where the angels were while they were dealing with all these demons and Tiamat and sacred geometry. "This is the shop. And if you need a mirror, couldn't you just do two mirrors and do the reflection thing where it's like reflected back forever?"

He decided to tackle that last first, because what fun was there in doing things in order. "Could, sure, except the first time a good breeze moves some leaves, or an earthquake, or someone moves the mirror and the Angel is free. No what we need! Ah! A helm! An Angel in a helm!"

Amy groaned. "You are going to make a helmet... for a Weeping Angel?"

He nodded. "It'll be brilliant."

"Doctor..." she said carefully. "Where are your tools?"

"Back on the... well, I've got the Sonic."

"Yes, yes you have, Can you weld with it?" she asked, voice firm and challenging.

"Um," Rory said, "Not sure you weld mirrors...."

"Not helping," she said sharply, not looking away from the Doctor. Her hands were up on his face, keeping him looking at her. "Doctor, this isn't Prisoner Zero, this is an Angel. There was an Angel in my room at that hotel. You are going to take this seriously, aren't you?"

"Oh, Pond." He pulled his atms free of the girls to put his hands over Amy's. "Of course I am taking this seriously, as seriously as I take everything."

"Oh great. we're doomed. Again," Rory muttered under his breath.

"Doctor, I mean it. You promised we'd be back before anyone noticed we're missing, we've a house full of guests for our anniversary. If either of us get killed or sent back in time or anything like that I will not easily forgive you."

"If we even get to remember it this time," Rory muttered.

This time Amy didn't pretend not to hear him. "If you're going to help, help."

"Pond," The Doctor said before Rory could say or do anything. "Ponds. I made you a promise, and I'll keep it." He kissed her forehead. "You're not the only one who would never forgive me, now are you?" he asked, and nodded his head back to Alex a bit.

She frowned, caught on, frowned deeper. "Doctor, are you sure?"

"Not a bit," he said, kissing her forehead one more time, before pulling her hands away gently. He was grinning like an idiot. "Alright, so we'll find some other way to get a helmet on the Angel, drop it somewhere no one will be for a while.... I could always... no wait, that one hasn't happened yet, and they've enough problems till we show up. Nevermind, first we catch the Angel then drop it somewhere. Then a quick pop to Tanis, that beach I promised you, then back for cake and no one the wiser."

He grinned back at Alex. "And Demons can. Besides, if they're only trying to take over the world that's not a crisis. That's a Tuesday, or is it a Wednesday?"

He let go of Amy's hands to put a finger in his mouth. He popped it out and held it up. "Ah. Monday. Ahead of schedule then! Come along, let's see what the shop has for us, shall we?"

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Okay. Alex is just starting to pass this entire thing off as that she's just randomly fallen asleep in her office again. Because there's no way that it can be real because some of those sentences are just... not sounding like words to her at this point. She's still recording however, because even in a dream Alex Reagan's gotta Alex Reagan.

"Mirrored helmet? I mean there's always like a disco ball. It's already mirrored and round. I don't think we want a store. I think we want to go to a glassblower shop. There is one here, because there's literally everything here." That was part of the charm of Seattle, the charm and the complete overwhelmingness of how strange things could be.

But nothing was as strange as the look between the man and the woman and the way he looked at her. "I am definitely missing something." It's not a question, however. It's a statement of determination: Alex is going to get to the bottom of whatever it was and there wasn't anything that was going to stand in her way. She was also going to argue with him about demons later. Because demons.

"Yes, like a disco ball, exactly, picture a disco ball, but inside out, and big enough for a head and all the mirrors are... no wait, that's rubbish, forget the disco ball."

Amy sighed and looked at Alex, if this was her daughter then this was before she knew all of this and it was time to act like a mother, since she never got the chance to, not while knowing it. And if this wasn't Melody then it was someone who needed answers anyway.

"Weeping Angels. You know those statues in graveyards? Tall Angels, hands over their faces, that always seem to move but never when you're looking at them? Those are them. Except that when they're hungry, they do more than just freak people out. The kill them. Mostly, according to the Doctor, they touch you and send you back in time. Make you live to death."

"They feed on the time energy that remains, all the days you would have had left in your own time stream, it's just dessert to them, big old time sunday with a cherry of misery on top." He started looking at the shops. "There was a time I'd have loved little shops like this, couldn't resist them. That was back around the first time I ran into the Angles." He glanced back at Amy and Rory. "Odd enough now that I think of it, that was late sixties America too. Moon launch in fact."

Amy and Rory exchanged a look, both getting a bit grimmer if that were possible.

"Anyway, right," The Doctor said, turning to Alex again. "Thing is. They're fast. Wait, Is there a DVD shop around, I can make this a bit easier..."

Alex is just going to stare at Amy as she explained, her eyes going even wider. "Well, at least it's not the weirdest thing I've ever heard." Angels from graveyards that move. Welp, she definitely couldn't wait to inform Richard of that. But there's other things that she needs to focus on right now. However, she can't help but to ask: "do they show up on tape?" The device in her hand doesn't do video, it's not equipped for that, but Alex Reagan always carries a fully charged cellphone and spare charger, just in case. One never knows when they might need it.

Besides, Alex Reagan would record the apocalypse when it happened; it would only really be the end if she stopped recording.

"How fast are we talking? And there's a used DVD shop a few places over. That'd be the only place to get them probably." No one really had DVDs in 2017; everything was Bluray, but that wasn't what he asked for. And then because it just needed to be said, she looked to the Ginger woman again. "You guys know you're seriously not making a whole lot of sense right?"

"He generally doesn't," Rory said.

"We just kind of get used to it," Amy said with a shrug.

The Doctor gave them a sour look, then headed for the DVD shop. "Good, couldn't remember when Earth moved away from discs. DVDs will be perfect, I can explain everything with a DVD a remote, and a screen." He stopped walking to face Alex. "Never take a photo or video of an angel. Never. That's just what they want, see? That's how we got in this jam in the first place, after all."

"Ah, Doctor, isn't that bit spoilers?" Amy asked, looking pointedly at Alex.

"Yes, well, simple answer for that, Pond. This isn't River."

Amy just stared at him. "But you just said..."

"Yes, but now I know. Not River. No gun." He grinned Alex. "Thank you for not shooting everything, though it might have made things a bit more and less complicated if you were the sort. Right!" he clapped his hands, the reached into his pocket and pulled out a list printed in the center of an otherwise clear paper. "We'll need one of these DVDs and a place to watch it. Oh! Probably should check on Sally, in case she had any more that she didn't share with me." HJe meant photos now, not DVDs.

Amy was rubbing at her face.

"My name is Alex," she said because whoever this River was, she definitely was not. Nope, just plain old Alex Reagan, possible end of the world causer and winner of one of the best podcasts of 2015. That was her claim to fame, and her face skewed up tightly at the mention of a gun. "I don't do guns." Guns were an American thing, and Alex Reagan was definitely not an American in this instance.

But she does take a look at the DVD list, reading it upside down and frowning. Well, okay. That was weird, because she's... "I've seen this before. It's got the weird bit in the middle, right?" And she's going to go very still for a second, the memory and the confusion on her quite expressive going into acceptance and realization. "Oh my god." She tends to say that a lot, actually. So, she says it once more for good measure.

"Oh my god, Nic made me watch that for when I was producing Tanis." Before demons ate her life a bit. "The English guy with the glasses and all of the spaces, right? He talked about 'the angels have the phonebox.' Nic wears that shirt all the time." But also focusing. Sort of, she's got to get in, "wibbly wobbly timey wimey? I say it when I need to drive Richard nuts." Richard Strand hates that. So she loves it when he's being annoying.

"Okay. I believe you." Alex was a believer, so of course she did. "Now what?"

"Ah good, saves me a bit of time then, yes. The phonebox would be my Tardis, and they did have it, but good for us they couldn't get in and there were four of them. Problem is, now there is only one and it is already in. The old girl's holding her at bay for now, but we need to bring her a bit of help. So! No mirrored sword, no tool, no... Oh that's a bit of nasty, what do you lot think would happen if the Angel touched one of the cubes, do you think?" he asked, but put a finger to Alex's lips. "Not you though you already know don't you? Taking all the fun out of the mystery, but we're still on it, don't worry. Ponds. Angels. Cubes. What do you think?"

"At a guess?" Amy asked dryly, "The Tardis would crash land a few years ahead and in America."

"Huh. Right. Well then. Maybe."

Alex is just going to cross her eyes to look at the finger on her mouth, something that many, many many people have probably wanted to do, but didn't. Yet anyway. Give Nic some time and he might try it. Or Richard. He'd probably cheer that someone did that to her. Instead, however, she's just going to pull her head away and frown at him. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about but you can't be the same guy because he definitely was not you."

After all, Alex may be slightly predisposed to tall men wearing glasses and suits. Just a little bit. The smallest bit.

"What happened to the mirrored helmet idea? I thought you came here to melt DVDs, actually, because they're malleable and mirrored too. It'd be easy to make a helmet out of them, right, Ponds?" A beat and she just looked between them, her expression a little shrewd as she was putting pieces together. They were married, there was no doubt of that, but the other man wasn't, even if he was in charge.

And then she's just going to ask: "is Doctor like a title or something?" Alex can be slightly bad about staying on task. Occasionally.

"Regenerations, tricky business that. That was me when I was a bit younger." He considered, "and a good deal older."

"Wait... you're on a DVD?" Amy asked, distracted "As a previous regeneration? Can I see?"

"Later, Pond, priorities." He straightened his bow tie. Ht then turned to Alex. "Melting DVDs. Good idea, brilliant either. But won't work. Angels are Quantum Locked. They can't move when any living thing can see them, if something can look at them, then they're stone. Can't help it any more than you can help having one heart and weird taste in clothes."

"This? From the man in a bowtie," Amy said crossing her arms.

"Right, Rory, remind me to get a fez while we're shopping."

"I like remaining married, thanks all the same, Doctor," Rory said, dryly.

"Now, problem with melting down DVDs is that they're not reflective enough, too much distortion, melt them down and you just have a big datay mess. A soup of files and images. Mirrored helm is still our best bet, but you lot, you humans, you take so long to make anything, so we need something faster, another idea. What we need is a plan, a brilliant wonderful stunning plan that will stop the Angel short."

"A...fez? Really?" Okay, Alex is going to make a face at that because honestly: who in the heck wears a fez. Even if (or maybe especially if) he was a very old (or young? it was confusing) time traveller. Person. If he was a person. She didn't think that he felt very much like one at the moment.

The hope is evident in her voice when she asks: "do you happen to have a brilliant, wonderful stunning plan that will stop the Angel short like trapping it in a funhouse or something?" Because honestly if she was the only person who noticed the crashing TARDIS, then she didn't want to think how many people wouldn't notice the Angel on the loose.

Or how many people would video it to send it into her podcast for Strand's million dollar reward. That seemed like it would be very bad indeed.

"A fun house! See, this is why I love you humans, always thinking, always brilliant. Forget the helmet, what about a box of mirrors. Mirrors on all sides all closed in, great mirrored doors we close up once it is in. Then we can drop it on any uninhabited planet that doesn't have much for tectonic motion.Buy us a few thousand years that way at least." He kissed her on the forehead, grinning like the lunatic he seemed to be.

Alex is used to coming up with ideas and having people in her life immediately tell her how far-fetched or insane that they were. To be fair, they were about conspiracies and demons before the whole conspiracies and demons actually came up, but the point was that it was pretty constant in her life so validation is really nice. She beams with it, even if she looks a bit confused at the forehead kiss from someone who 1. isn't human, and 2. she doesn't really know. But right now she's going with it.

"Okay, so do you know where we can find a box like that? I mean maybe the Georgetown carnival, but how would we get it there?"

"Oh, I'd hardly think they'd let us borrow it if they had it. But this we could build." Or... nah, calling Unit was too easy. Too safe. Sure they'd come with tools and people to do the building, but then they'd have questions, which were fine, but they'd want to keep the Angel, which was not.

"So! Lumber, mirrors, Nails. Ni. Scratch that. Metal. No wood, can't do wood." He saw Amy open her mouth, "Not a word, Pond. So. What we need...." he looked around all the shops then grinned. "Junkyard."

Building something like this didn't seem like it was exactly doable to her, but she wasn't going to do much arguing with it. Instead she's just going to tuck her recorder under her chin and pull out her phone. Given Richard's assistant's penchant for reclaimed and recycled things, she shot a quick test. Thankfully, Ruby responded quickly, and Alex relayed the information. "There's a reclaimed lot like ten minutes away. Probably more useful than a junkyard considering how much we recycle here. But I honestly have no idea how we're going to get the thing back to your TARDIS."

There's a beat before Alex added, "I drive a subaru."

"Oh, getting it to the Tardis isn't going to be so hard, though it will be uncomfortable unless we build ourselves a platform under...." Oh! Oh! Yes, that was the way then. "I might have managed a little something as we were leaving, so getting back is no problem so long as the Angel hasn't started feasting on the old girl. Lead on, then!"

"And if the Angel has started 'feasting on the old girl?'" One can actually hear the quotes in her voice as she says them, but she does start leading them back towards her car, typing out a message to Nic while she is. Oh, she's not telling him what she's doing, she's just saying she's not going to be in today. Just in case. He assumes she's getting some sleep.

Everyone always assumes she's getting some sleep.

But she looks to Rory and Amy, "is it always like this?" Because she thought her life was difficult with the not sleeping and the demons and the possible end of the world and the whole arch nemesis thing.

"Just be glad he's calling her that. It's when he calls her other things that it starts getting embarrassing," Rory said.

Amy sighed. "This is him trying to behave."

"Oi, actually listening here," he said, mock offended. Mostly he was horrified at the idea of the Angel being able to eat the Tardis, for wide spread as well as very personal reasons. Which meant he was not answering that question.

"...Okay." And she was moving on as she lead the way to her car at a brisk walk. When they reached a slightly older blue subaru, Alex stopped and pulled out her keys, clicking the alarm on it. "This is me." There's a beat before she added quickly, "but I'm driving. No one drives my car but me." After all, Alex is well aware they drive on the wrong side of the road over there in the UK, and she's the one who knows where they're going.

However, she is going to add, "I don't suppose you can Harry Potter the car into being able to fly or anything?"

"This is you? I thought it was a car, symbiosis then?"

Rory rolled his eyes and held the door open for Amy, who scooted in. Before Rory could follow 11 ducked in to take the middle. Scowling Rory considered the front seat a moment, then climbed in next to the Doctor, mildly irritated.

"No, no Harry Potter here, not in quite some time. I mean, sure I could make the car fly, but wouldn't be much left of the car by then, and I might just turn it into a fish."

Alex is on the same level with Rory, and she's going to roll her eyes too, because yeah seriously that is the biggest dad joke ever. And then her eyebrows go up to her hairline and she's not going to comment about the fact that she feels a little bit like a chauffler right now. Because honestly, why would adults do that? She doesn't get it.

But then again, she is the person who would call shotgun if she needed to.

"Seat Belts." The words come as she clicks her own on, and then pulls into traffic at a speed that would probably earn her a ticket if someone stops her. She got hope no one well. "I'd prefer it if you don't turn it into a fish, I've got to go to Vancouver this weekend."

The Doctor reached to do up both Ponds' belts at the same time, and got both his hands slapped at the same time. He managed to look like a puppy who has been whacked on the nose with a rolled up paper.

"Sorry. The Doctor's not much for manners, or acting like an adult. Can't we go any faster?" Amy asked, grabbing the back of the passenger seat to pull forward.

The Doctor grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back down into her seat. "Just because we've got a nurse here is no reason to crack your head open."

"Yeah, I'm..." She considered for a second before she added, "getting that." There, that seemed a pretty mild way of responding, especially given who Alex was. But at least he wasn't being intentionally an asshole. That would have earned him an entirely more sarcastic response. Of course, no one in her life had ever directed Alex Reagan to go faster, so there was a little smirk on her face as she depressed the gas pedal even more and began engaging in some maneuvers that her cop father had taught her for Canadian backroads and trouble rather than in city speed, but they had the same sort of daredevilry involved.

"Siri, show me the traffic report for the I-5." She announced quickly, before weaving between three lanes and the cars inside of them. Without taking her eyes off the road, she added, "I really hope that you can get me out of a ticket if I need to, Doc. The last thing I need is something else for my producer to yell at me about."

"What, oh yes sure, tickets right, just let me do the talking, then."

"Yeah, how about we get there safely instead?" Rory asked, a little pale. "Just as well not to have a tour of American Emergency rooms, thanks. Dying isn't as much fun as you seem to think."

Someone Alex wasn't at all sure that the Doctor could talk her out of a ticket. Alex probably could, at least if they hadn't listened to the show or been involved with the Maddie Franks/Hochman investigation. But she was hoping that right now she didn't need to. Honestly, she didn't want to explain that particular part of it to Nic and Strand. At all.

She was probably going to get locked up in an psych ward for this, but she'd deal with that later.

"Hey, I know what I'm doing!" She protested quickly, and passed another car, because honestly of course Alex was going to double down on this.