He looks at her, just looks at her, looks at the way she holds the gun, unwavering as its levelled against him.

"Oh I know about them," he says quietly. Finally. "I know all about them. And I know if you lose someone to a Weeping Angel you can't ever get them back." There's pain in his voice as he says that, it still hurts, it will always hurt.

"A Weeping Angel isn't gentle, a Weeping Angel isn't caring, it just wants every day you never had."