Tyra hurried after the Doctor, trying not to stumble over her own feet. They had talked about dropping her off at Jack for a while and if she was being honest with herself, she would love that. While she loved being with the Doctor and all the things she was seeing, she was exhausted and didn't feel like actually leaving the Tardis most days. Especially now that Loki's collar had broken. She wasn't even sure what had happened but for some reason the perception filter wasn't working anymore, meaning she had to leave Loki in the Tardis much to his dismay.

"Doctor," a voice called from behind them, causing Tyra to freeze "Doctor. Doctor."

The Doctor stopped and turned around to walk back to where Tyra was standing "Hello. Sorry, bit of a rush. There's a sort of thing happening. Fairly important we stop it."

The woman in front of him stared at him and then at Tyra with wide eyes. She had to hold back the laughter as the man's pink hair seemed even more ridiculous up close. He must really like Tyra if he allowed her to dye his hair that colour simply because he lost a bet "My God, it's you. It really is you. Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"Oi," Donna shouted from a bit up the street, waving around the piece of paper she was holding "We haven't got time for a chat, Doctor."

"Ah, look, sorry," the Doctor winced and grabbed Tyra's hand "I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times, especially at weddings." He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably "I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own."

The woman kept her head turned to the Doctor but her eyes weren't leaving. She itched to ask how the girl got the scar even since she had first seen the video of the Doctor but from what she had seen – or rather heard on the video, she refrained "Oh, my God, of course," she breathed "You're a time traveller. It hasn't happened to you yet. None of it. It's still in your future."

Tyra shifted next to the Doctor, noticing that the woman hadn't looked away from her face despite her talking to the Doctor. That was the reason why she wanted to cover it up so badly. The Doctor wouldn't let her leave the Tardis whenever she covered the scars though. It was sweet of him but she disliked that he didn't let her cope with this in the only way she knew. With Loki, she was more or less alright. Well, as alright as she could be but without him, she'd rather have the security of no one seeing her scars. She hated the judgement in peoples' eyes.

"What hasn't happened?" the Doctor asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Doctor, wasn't it you who said that we had to hurry?" Donna called from her place. She was starting to get annoyed at his lack of movement. Tyra shook off the Doctor's hand and moved back towards where Donna was waiting. As soon as she was close enough, Donna raised her eyebrow "What's going on?" Tyra just shrugged and turned back to watch the Doctor talking to the woman "Doctor."

"Coming," he called back, exchanging a couple more words with the woman before dashing to meet Tyra and Donna to take care of their problem.

"I thought you were saying Cardiff," Donna blinked, looking up at the creepy looking house "That's what you said… A week ago."

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back into the Tardis before shaking his head "I know, I know… But it seems like the Tardis has other ideas."

"It's an old house," Donna pointed out with a snort "Abandoned from the looks of it. Can we just go?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and cringed when he caught sight of his hair in a puddle. What he wasn't doing for Tyra… The only reason he allowed her to dye his hair for that bet they made back during the Blitz was to see her laugh. While it hadn't quite worked out the way he had planned it, at least he saw the amusement in her eyes whenever she looked at him. It was worth the pain of ignoring the weird looks he was getting from people "There have been people going missing here, Donna," he explained, thinking about the folder he had in his pocket… The same folder that Sally Sparrow had handed him earlier in the week "Ty, are you sure you want to come? With Loki…"

"I – I don't know," Tyra mumbled before reaching out to grab his sleeve "I…"

The Doctor's look softened as he pulled Tyra into an embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead "I've got you. Even if you wait for us… We'll be back soon."

Tyra shook her head "I have a bad feeling. I don't want to be alone."

"Okay," he nodded "That's fine."

Donna shook her head at the two of them but smiled lightly. The smile slid off her face when the two of them started walking towards the house "Really? How can you be so sure that something's going on here?"

"I told you," the Doctor sighed and turned around "People have been going missing from here. Over twenty people in the last couple of years."

Donna grimaced "But here? Really? I thought you promised me an alien planet."

"And we'll go to an alien planet afterwards after I drop Tyra off in Cardiff," the Doctor told her, sounding slightly impatient. His grip on Tyra's hand tightened as he caught sight of one of the statues he had seen on the pictures. Weeping Angels… Of course, it would be them. Kidnapping people, sending them in the past to die. Well, he wasn't looking forward to being stuck in 1969 but if it had already happened… Who was he to argue with history?

Tyra's head shot up when a cat yowled not too far from where they were standing "What was that?"

"Just a cat," Donna replied, looking around the run-down house. It was a mess with almost every piece of furniture either broken or so old that it looked ready to fall apart "Are you sure the stairs are safe?"

"Do you have to complain about everything?" the Doctor questioned, raising an amused eyebrow at Donna.

She snorted "Oh, I haven't even started, spaceman."

"I dread to think," he snorted, making his way up the stairs in the room he remembered from one of the other photographs. He knew that behind the wallpaper of that wall was the message he had… was going to leave for Sally.

"Urgh." The Doctor rubbed at his eyes. His head snapped up when he heard retching behind him and turned to see Tyra vomiting with Donna sitting close to her, looking dazed "Donna, are you alright?"

Donna let out a groan "What do you think, spaceman?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes, rubbing Tyra's back as she tried to take deep breaths "You good?" he asked quietly, pushing her hair out of her face.

"What was that?" Donna asked.

"Time travel without a capsule," he explained, wincing when a flash of pain shot through his head. It could have been worse… Actually, it would have been worse if they hadn't used Jack's Vortex manipulator recently. If he had this bad of a headache, he couldn't even imagine how Donna felt "Those statues in the house were Weeping Angels. They send their victims back in time and feed on the potential energy of the years you would have lived." He frowned "What's weird is that they sent us back… I don't have a set time and neither does Tyra… And since you're travelling with me, they probably wouldn't get much off you either. This doesn't make sense…"

Donna's eyes widened "Doctor, if we're – Wherever we are… What about the Tardis?"

"Yeah," the Doctor mumbled "We're stuck here. Sorry about that."

"Oh, you're sorry?" Donna asked, crossing her arms in annoyance "Well, that makes it better. What are we supposed to do now? Where even are we?"

The Doctor looked around "Right about 1969," he said, pulling the purple folder from his pocket. He opened it and skimmed through it "Yup. That would be 1969."

"What is that?" Tyra asked, her stomach having finally settled enough for her to move again.

"Hm?" the Doctor looked up and blinked "Oh, this? Remember that girl who stopped us when we were trying to stop that thingy from happening?" He nodded "She gave me this. Apparently, we're going to need it now."

Donna frowned "But what is that?"

"It has everything we need to know," the Doctor explained "Well, almost. It's a documentation of everything that happened on her side of things."

"Okay?" Donna mumbled before she looked up "Wait, what are we going to do now? We don't have money and no Tardis…"

The Doctor looked at Tyra questioningly "Can you get access to your accounts or…?"

"Yeah," she nodded "I should be able to. Why?"

"Well, we're gonna find a flat."

Tyra tilted her head "Why not just go to mine? I have a few properties around London alone."

The Doctor stopped "You do?"

"Yes?" She shook her head at him "I thought I told you that before. You know that I spent a lot of time in London and some of the Coven live there."

"Huh," the Doctor rubbed the back of his head "I can't remember. Oh well… Any chance of housing a couple of stranded time travellers until they get their transport back?"

Tyra's lips twitched lightly "I think that can be arranged."

"Ty, can we talk?" Donna asked, standing in the doorway of Tyra's room uncomfortably. She had no idea where the hell the Doctor disappeared to but knowing him, he was getting into trouble again.

Tyra looked up, shifting a little. Today was one of her bad days and she really didn't want to talk to anyone. Actually, most days since they were deposited in the past had been bad days for her. She was pretty sure that she was the reason the Doctor had left earlier as well "What is it?" she asked quietly, clenching her hand in the fabric of her sweatpants.

"I wanted to say how sorry I was," Donna whispered, looking at her feet "I should have apologised earlier but… I was ashamed."

"What? Why?"

Donna shrugged "I shouldn't have treated you the way I did back in Pompeii."

Tyra let out a sigh and got off the bed "Donna, I can't say that it didn't hurt but… I understand." She reached out to place her hands on Donna's shoulders before withdrawing again "You haven't travelled with us enough to know that sometimes you can't save people."

"I get that your life isn't as glamorous as I thought but… I don't know. I can't accept that the Doctor would just stand by and do nothing," Donna gestured, her eyes watering when Tyra didn't even touch her. It wasn't her fault, Donna knew that but it still hurt to think that she was the reason why Tyra didn't feel comfortable with it. She had treated her like crap even if she had promised the Doctor she wouldn't.

Tyra backed away from Donna, slightly wary that she would start shouting again "That's the thing," she pointed out, her voice barely a whisper "He learned the hard way when he can interfere and when he can't."

"No," Donna shook her head "It's not that easy. Why are you always backing him? Stand up for yourself. You didn't have a problem with that last time." Just as soon as the words left Donna's mouth, she knew that she messed it up again. She cursed internally, clenching her jaw shut. To make this work, she would have to curb her temper. It wasn't Tyra she was angry with and while she didn't understand what had happened, she knew that it was bad.

"Because I know him," Tyra spoke up, her expression falling. She turned away from the doorway and crawled back into bed "I'm tired. Do you mind?"

"Yeah," Donna mumbled, backing away from the door. She closed the door and sank down on the sofa in the living room behind her, burying her face in her hands.

"You need blood," the Doctor noted, catching a shimmer of black veins underneath Tyra's eyes.

Tyra shook her head, curling up on the bed. She missed Loki… These past few weeks without him had been harder than she could have ever imagined. Hell, over the past week and a half she hadn't left the bed more than to go to the toilet. She was exhausted but she felt like she could move – she didn't want to move "No. I don't want anything."

"Ty, no matter how little you want it," the Doctor sighed, sitting down next to her. His hand touched her back gently, rubbing at the material of the shirt – Was that his shirt? "You haven't had blood since we got stranded here. This is hurting you and I don't like seeing you hurt." He pulled her into a sitting position, holding out his arm "Here."

Tyra froze, staring down at his arm "No, I… I'm not… I don't want…"

"Please?" he murmured "I want you to. I want to help, Ty."

"What if I hurt you?" Tyra asked quietly, studying him carefully. Her stomach rolled just thinking about blood but he was right. She did need it. Her limbs already felt somewhat stiff, ready to desiccate her enough so that moving would be hard. It would take a long time for her to desiccate completely but it would be painful… It already was. Mik… He had done amazing work in destroying her even after he was gone.

The Doctor smiled at her "I am sure. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have offered it."

Tyra hesitated, reaching out for his wrist. She really didn't want to do this but she knew that the Doctor wouldn't let this go. After the Year, she had gotten sick more and more often whenever she actually managed to swallow blood. More often than not, she vomited it back up. It was another reason why she disliked feeding now. She gingerly cradled his hand in hers and stared into his eyes "Are you sure?"

The Doctor smiled "I'm sure that I'm sure."

"Okay," Tyra whispered and carefully bit down. As soon as the first drops of the alien's blood hit her tongue, she sucked at the wound greedily. It tasted so good. Almost like liquid sugar... She didn't know how long she had been drinking before a voice started up in her head. Tyra ripped her face away from the Doctor's arm and scrambled back in horror, the blood churning in her stomach as she fought back the urge to throw it back up "I'm sorry," she stuttered "I... I didn't mean to take so much."

The Doctor shot her a reassuring smile and pulled her into his arms "It's alright, Ty. I'm fine. You didn't take too much at all."

"I'm going to be sick," she breathed, closing her eyes tightly.

"You need to breathe," the Doctor whispered into her ear "In through your nose and out through your mouth." When she did as he told her, he smiled "Good. Now, again. Just keep breathing like that."

Once the nausea had ebbed away enough for her not to vomit the moment she opened her mouth, she slumped against the Doctor "I'm sorry."

"Hey. This isn't your fault," he told her "I know that the situation isn't ideal either. We just have to try and get back and then we'll get you to Jack and I can get rid of the hair dye."

Tyra let out a small snort "You really hate it, don't you?"

The Doctor groaned "The looks I keep getting."

"You were getting those looks before," she pointed out "You just never noticed. It's not the hair, Doctor. Same with the suit. This is all you. But that's why I love you."

The Doctor looked down at her with a huge smile on his face "I love you too." He leaned down and pressed their lips together before easing them down on the mattress, pulling Tyra closer to him. He loved the feeling of her in his arms. It was something he could never get enough of and the fact that despite having bad days, she allowed him to touch her meant a lot.

It had been really bad for a couple of days but he couldn't fault her. After Pompeii, he had expected a pretty significant low but he hadn't thought they wouldn't have the Tardis or Loki to help her through it. He knew that Donna wasn't helping either but she was trying. Ever since he had found her near tears in the living room, she had been trying to not shout as much when Tyra was around.

The Doctor pressed another kiss to Tyra's forehead before he closed his eyes for some much-needed sleep. He hadn't had much time for rest, always running around, trying to find things for his timey-wimey detector.

"Ooh," the Doctor cried happily as he followed the dinging of his timey-wimey detector "Look, it works."

Donna snorted "Congrats? I still have no idea what it does…"

"But I explained it to you," the Doctor gestured "I told you that it's a timey-wimey detector. It goes ding where there's stuff." Tyra shook her head in exasperation. She was feeling a little better after she had managed to keep down the blood but she still refused to drink more.

The dings got closer together and the group of three stopped to see a man slumped against the wall of a building. He was blinking lethargically, huddling closer to the walls and into the shadows.

"Welcome," the Doctor called out as he hurried over.

The man looked up with a frown and blinked at the Doctor. His eyes trailed up to his hair and he had to hold back the comment. The pink really didn't suit the man "Where am I?"

"1969," the Doctor replied. There was no use in lying. If he did, he would have to come clean sometime. It wasn't as if Billy could go back to his time after all "Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

Donna shot the Doctor a look "You're not helping. Can't we just take him back when we get our transport?"

"No," he shook his head "It doesn't work that way… Sorry."

"How did I get here?" the man asked, his eyes wide as he took in what these people were telling him.

The Doctor rubbed his neck "The same way we did. The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year." When the man went to get up, he shook his head rapidly "No; no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour."

"I don't," the man stuttered "I can't."

"Fascinating race the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past and in the present, they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy," the Doctor rambled.

Tyra tugged at his pink hair "You're making it worse," she pointed out quietly.

"What in the world are you talking about?" the man exclaimed.

"Just nod when he stops for breath," Donna laughed and crouched down in front of him "What's your name?"

The man looked at her before he bit his lip "Billy. Billy Shipton."

"Nice to meet you," Donna smiled "I'm Donna. The one with the pink hair is the Doctor and the girl is Tyra."

"How did you know where I was?" Billy asked in confusion "I can't believe I'm actually giving this a thought this but – if I really am in another time… How did you know where I was?"

The Doctor held up the contraption he had built over the past weeks "Tracked you down with this," he explained "This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff…" He ignored the two girls and grimaced "Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces… whether you want it or not, actually. I learnt to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."

Billy stared at the Doctor, utterly bewildered and somewhat concerned "I don't understand… How can this be possible?"

"The statues, like he said," Donna pointed out.

"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home but I can't in this case. Not only is my Tardis gone but… I also need you to get a message to Sally Sparrow and I'm sorry, Billy, I am very – very sorry. It's going to take a while," the Doctor told him, an apologetic expression on his face.

Billy tilted his head "What are you on about? How do you know about Sally?"

The Doctor winced "It's a long story," he said "Why don't you come with us and we'll explain everything?" He held out his hand and helped Billy up as they made their way back to Tyra's flat.

Billy was looking through the file, his expression full of wonder. This was incredible… Nothing of this had happened for him yet – well, almost nothing. He had met Sally and had gotten send back but other than that, nothing from the file had actually happened yet "This is…" He ignored the cup of coffee that Donna had set in front of him, looking up at the three people in wonder and slight fear "Okay, I get that this is 1969, I have had enough proof of that. The fact that it was a moving statue is a bit… hard to believe but since that apparently happened, I can also believe that you're time travellers." He stopped and ran a hand over his head "And you want me to live my life here so that I can tell Sally Sparrow to look at her DVDs?"

"Basically," the Doctor confirmed.

Tyra got up and went to rummage in one of the cabinets where she had hidden the alcohol. It was hard enough to drink when members of her Coven around, she didn't need them to find any of the bottles because she knew they'd get rid of it "Here," she mumbled, putting the bottle of whiskey and a glass in front of the man "I think you're going to need this."

"Thanks," Billy nodded and poured a large amount of alcohol into the glass "So these are all Sally's DVDs and she gave you that list?"

"Yes," the Doctor nodded "You have to understand that you can't tell her about this though."

Billy hummed and looked through the file "There's something missing, isn't there?"

The Doctor's head dropped "Yeah. I took out a couple of things because I didn't want you to know but… I think it's better if you did already know. That number in your pocket… Keep it, don't lose it because you're going to need it in the future. I've got an account of what happened and you're going to die. After meeting you, Sally gets a call and she goes to the hospital to meet you."

"I always thought it would be kind of cool to know how you're going to die…" Billy breathed "But this – This is…"

Donna placed her hand on his arm and nudged the bottle closer to him "I know that it's a lot but… How about you stay with us?" She looked up at Tyra "He could stay in the guest bedroom."

"I don't really care," Tyra shrugged and looked at Billy "The guest bedroom is through there to the right. There's also clothes that should fit you…"

"Thank you," Billy smiled weakly before gesturing to the whiskey "Do you mind if I…?"

Tyra's lips twitched "Knock yourself out. Nothing I can't get more of."

"Are you ready?" Billy asked, checking over his equipment for the last time. It looked good and was the highest quality they could get in 1969… How they had paid for it, he didn't know but he didn't really want to ask either.

The Doctor nodded. He had read through the entire transcript at least four times and roughly knew what he had to say. Tyra was leaning against his shoulder, blinking at the camera lazily "Come on, up you get," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. Tyra let out a low whine but moved to stand behind the camera with Donna and Billy.

'The Doctor – Who's the Doctor – He's the Doctor,' the words appeared on the teleprompter, startling him a little. He hadn't even noticed that Billy had started filming.

He sniffed and put on his glasses "Yep. That's me," he nodded.

'Okay, that was scary – No, it sounds like he's replying but he always says that.'

"Yes, I do."

'And that.'

The Doctor smirked in amusement "Yep, and this."

'He can hear us – No, he can't. I've got a transcript, everything he says. "Yep, that's me.", "Yes, I do.", "Yep, and this."'

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" the Doctor exclaimed in annoyance. He could see it, actually. Someone reading out the entire script just to prove his point…

'Who are you? – Yeah, and what's up with the hair.'

The Doctor grimaced and ran a hand through his hair, causing Tyra to giggle at the action "You made the bet," she reminded him.

"I know but… Really? You had to go for pink hair?"

She shrugged "I could have made you wear the technicolour outfit but that would just be cruel."

The Doctor groaned "Remind me to not get on your bad side," he huffed and shook his head before turning back to the camera with a sheepish grin "Sorry… Erm, I'm a time traveller… Well, I was. I'm stuck in 1969."

"You?" Donna scoffed "I think you meant 'We're stuck.'"

He waved his hand dismissively "Yeah, that."

'I've seen this bit before."

"Quite possible," the Doctor mused.

'1969, that's where you're talking from?'

He grinned "Afraid so."

'But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm going to say forty years before I say it.'

"Thirty-eight," he exclaimed. If she was trying to go down that route, she should at least try and get the number right… Right?

'How is this possible?'

The Doctor ruffled his hair in agitation "People don't understand time…"

"Oh, here we go," Tyra groaned, startling a laugh out of Billy. He had gotten to know the Doctor and the two girls over the past three weeks and had quickly realised the man's penchant for technobabble that no one could follow.

"… It's not what you think it is," the Doctor continued.

'Then what is it?'

"Complicated," he replied.

'Tell me.'

He sighed "Very complicated."

'I'm clever. I'm listening. Don't patronise me. People have died. I'm not happy. Tell me.'

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect," he started, gesturing around wildly as he tried to make his point "But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff."

"Oh, this is even better than what I thought he would say," Donna laughed, holding herself up against a wall.

The Doctor shot her a look "Be quiet, you."

"Or what, spaceman? You're going to throw a big ball of wibbly-wobbly at me?" she shot back.

He just rolled his eyes and turned back to the teleprompter where the next line had appeared 'I've seen this before. You said that sentence got away from you.'

"It got away from me, yeah…" he trailed off.

'Next you say "Well, I can hear you."'

"Well, I can hear you," he parroted.

'Impossible.'

He tilted his head "Not hear you exactly but I know everything you're going to say."

'How?'

"Look to your left," he told her "I have a copy of the finished transcript. It's on my autocue."

'How? It's still being written.'

"I told you," the Doctor sighed "I'm a time traveller. I got it in the future."

He could practically hear the raised eyebrows in his last statement 'So, you're reading from a transcript of a conversation you're still having?'

"Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey," he waved off "What matters is we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They've taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box."

'Angels? You mean those statue things?'

The Doctor nodded "Creatures from another world."

'But they're just statues.'

"Only when you see them," he corrected.

'What does that mean?'

"Lonely assassins, they're called," he told her "No one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe or very nearly so. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They're quantum locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can. That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very – very sorry, it's up to you now."

'What am I supposed to do?'

"The blue box, it's my time machine," he explained patiently, trying to convey the seriousness of the conversation as quickly as he could "There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me."

'How? – End'

The Doctor straightened up in alarm "And that's it, I'm afraid." He took off his glasses "There's no more from you on the transcript, that's all I've got. I don't know what stopped you from talking but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this." He leaned closer to the camera, trying to get the point across "Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They're fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away and don't blink. Good luck."

The light on the camera blinked off as Billy closed it up "Okay, that's it. So, now what?"

"Now," the Doctor groaned, stretching as he stood up "You live your life. Have a good one and enjoy. You should stick to the film business. You're good at it." He bit his lip "I'm sorry. I really wish I could take you back but…"

Billy cut him off, understanding where the man came from. It had taken a while but he didn't have anything in his life that he would miss "You need me to talk to Sally. I know that."

"Just a few rules," the Doctor told him "No contacting anyone who may know you. Not ever. No one can know what happened to you, I'm sorry." He placed his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezed before holding out a piece of paper "And you'll need this. This is the encryption for the Easter Egg and a list of all the DVDs to put it on. Put the encryption of the DVDs and it will send my ship back to us."

Billy nodded again "Thank you, Doctor. Good luck."

"Have a good life, Billy Shipton." They shook hands before Donna leaned over and pulled the man into a hug. The Doctor held out his arm for Tyra and jerked his head towards the door "Come one, you two. We have a house to graffiti."

Before they were gone, Tyra stopped short "Oh, Billy. Here." She threw a key at him "You're welcome to stay as long as you need."

"But… How? Why?" he blinked at the small object in his hand.

"The flat has been in my family for a long time. No one has been staying there but people come and go occasionally," she explained "If you show them this." She handed over a small envelope "They will help you in any way they can for as long as you need it."

Billy raised an eyebrow "Do you take in strays often?"

The Doctor coughed "You have no idea."

"Hush," Tyra grumbled before inclining her head at Billy "I also put a note on the fridge. It has a couple of numbers of people who can help you find a job. Just… If you need any help, just tell them that Tyra sent you and you'll be fine."

"Thank you," Billy breathed gratefully. He hadn't expected them to help him this much. Especially, since Tyra seemed a bit… aloof sometimes. Donna had walked on eggshells around the younger girl and he couldn't help but wonder why. Of course, he hadn't asked but it was none of his business either. He was just happy that he would have a place to stay and contacts if he ever needed help. How Tyra knew anyone in 1969 well enough that they would help… He wondered… Maybe he would find out. It was a mystery and he had never been able to resist a good mystery.

Omake

Klaus was standing in front of the apartment building, looking down at the slip where he had written down the address again, double-checking whether he had the right one. He had been relieved when one of his witches contacted him about his youngest sister. Waiting and watching had become harder and harder but he partially understood her. None of them – apart from Kol – had done right by Tyra in so long. They left her alone more often than not and so he shouldn't have been surprised that she didn't believe him when he talked about family.

"Who are you?" Billy asked, opening the door to see a strange man standing there.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, mustering the man "I'm looking for Tyra."

Billy blinked. He still didn't understand how Tyra had as many contacts in 1969 as she did… "Who are you?"

"Can you just tell her that I want to see her?" Klaus asked, getting annoyed.

"Can't do that, I'm afraid," Billy shrugged, unsure of what to tell him "Tyra left about a week ago."

Klaus closed his eyes for a moment, letting his shoulders slump "Great," he sighed "Do you know where she went?"

Billy shook his head "Sorry, no idea. Why are you looking for her anyway?"

"She's my little sister," Klaus explained. He didn't know why he was being nice to this man but he honestly was exhausted. The fact that he had just missed Tyra again didn't help either.

"How?" Billy exclaimed, his mouth opening and closing "I don't… What?"

Klaus tilted his head "What do you know?"

"Nothing," Billy gestured "I met her and the Doctor because they were stuck here for a while… That's all. She didn't really talk to me all that much."

"Well, then," Klaus nodded and went to turn around "I'll just go back to looking then…"

Billy watched him walk away for a moment "Wait. Why are you looking for her anyway?"

"For reasons," Klaus shot back "Just… Can you just tell me how she was?"

"Not very well," Billy sighed and ran a hand over his bald head "She – Something happened. I don't know what but something or someone hurt her."

Klaus' eyes narrowed in anger "Thank you."

"What are you going to do now?"

Klaus shrugged "Try to find my sister and find the person who hurt her and kill them slowly and painfully."

Billy swallowed and took a small step away "Good luck?"

"Hm," Klaus hummed, stalking out of the building without another word.