Weeping Angel in New Orleans Graveyard

Gabor and I were strolling through the cemetery close to the apartment we keep rented in New Orleans after the TARDIS picked up some strange energy signatures coming from it.   One mausoleum was standing open and apparently empty.

Gabor noticed skull markings on the walls and went in to see the decorations, then called to me when an angel statue that was standing inside started to move closer to him.

I came into the crypt to do a reading on my sonic screwdriver, but the setting didn't seem correct to be picking up on the thing.

I went to change the settings, and Gabor looked away from the angel for just a second.  It moved towards us almost three feet in that second!

I suddenly remembered a fairy tale from when I was a child that talked about "weeping angels," a race of aliens that had to keep their eyes covered, because if one of them looked at another one of them, they would turn the other one to stone.  The angels were so lonely because of this that it was said they were crying when their eyes were covered.  But when this one put its hands down, it certainly did not look as if it had been crying!

Gabor was as shocked as I think he was afraid, when, as he blinked again, the angel came even closer and changed her position again.  I remembered the phrase, "Don't blink!" from the fairytale and yelled it out loud to him as I reset the sonic screwdriver

I used the forcefield setting to push the angel back into the crypt while Gabor kept his eyes on it, then I changed the setting to seal the door once I had slammed it shut.  The lead lining on the crypt had apparently been holding it captive for some time, but something or someone had opened the seal.

After closing it in, the dangerous readings dropped again to normal levels.  We made sure that the door was basically welded shut, and made our way back to the TARDIS.  Looking the angels up in the database, I found out that several other timelords have been reporting angel appearances on Earth, and that leaving the angel to starve inside the crypt was about as good a fix as we could have accomplished.  

It must be so lonely and hungry in that crypt.  What a sad and lonely life, these beings live.  But then I just keep seeing that face in my mind, and it shocks me out of trying to go back and confront it again.