Azazel just sighed lightly, and smiled to himself, as he looked at the small package in his hand. It may have been small in size, but he knew what was in it. He'd gotten it, himself.

But it wasn't for HIM.

It was for someone else. Someone that he cared for very deeply.

And he knew what to get her, thanks to some timely advice from another, mutual, friend of theirs. He was grateful for it, and he was sure that its recipient would enjoy it.

Or at least, appreciate the gesture.

He made his way up to the front door of their townhouse, and let himself in.

"Aedan?" he called into the dwelling, as he kicked off his shoes and shut the door behind him. "Aedan? Helloooooo?" he called further, checking around the house for a bit, but finding no sign of her.

"Hm. Odd." he muttered. "I was sure she'd be home..." he mumbled further, before he snapped his fingers.

"Ah! She must be in the backyard!" he reasoned, making his way to the back door and opening it to see if she was, indeed, there.

"........." Azazel was silent as he witnessed what he swore he witnessed, his jaw dropping slightly.

He then shook his head, and quickly made his way to the fallen woman.

"Aedan?" he asked, kneeling down before her.

"Hey, Aedan?" he asked again, nudging her slightly.

"Y'allright?" he asked her calmly.

"Your neck's kinda... broken." he mumbled, looking at the massive kink in it.

"Uhhhhh.... right." Azazel responded, in regards to her warning about the statue.

"And yeah, sure, I can help." he told her.

He then grabbed her by her head and neck, and... with a rather sickening cracking sound... popped it back into place

"That NEVER sounds good." he muttered.

"But at least that SHOULD have done it." he told her.

He then continued to look at the statue, trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed.

"Eh?" Azazel muttered.

"Ok, hang on." he said.

"What is going on here?" he asked her.

"As you expected it to be?" he asked. "Whether or not it's the only one?" he asked further.

"You seem like you know what's happening here. Care to inform?" he inquired.

"Because I'M completely in the dark, here."

Sharp was silent for a moment as Aedan asked her question.

"A Weeping Angel?" he asked.

"As in, the Doctor Who enemy?" he asked further.

"The ones that either snap their victim's necks, or send them back in time to live out the rest of their lives, and feed on the residual energy?" he inquired.

"Yeah." Aedan responded.

"What of them?" Sharp then asked her.

"Are you going to tell me you've just had an encounter with one?"

"I'll get there when I can." Sharp responded.

"Give me... 7 minutes at most." he told her.

"Smidgen of a crisis here in terms of paperwork, but I'm blazing through it as best I can. Just keep yourself safe." he said further.

Meanwhile, Azazel was continuing to study the statue, knocking on it in various places.

"...pretty solid." he commented quietly.

Azazel paused for a moment, and placed his hands on his hips.

"Huh." he said.

"Well... we got a sledgehammer, yeah?" he asked.

"Can't we just... I dunno... bust the thing up?" he suggested.

"If it's a statue, it stands to reason it should be demolishable."

Azazel just nodded in response.

"Right." he replied, before leaving to get it.

As Aedan looked at the statue, it was hard to believe that it had just attacked her like it had. The facial expression was less horrifying than what she would have expected, but it DID have an expression of anger and resentment.

Almost like it was actually MAD at... something.

"Got it!" she then heard Azazel call to her.

He then approached the statue, and Aedan stood back, not taking her eyes off the thing, still.

Azazel then gripped the sledgehammer, clenched up his arm muscles, and slammed the head of the implement into the side of the statue. It caused some cracks to split from the point of impact... but a strange stagnant deep red substance started to ooze out from the cracks as well.

"....." Azazel was silent as he witnessed this, before looking at Aedan and pointing to the fluid.

"...that supposed to happen?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I noticed that, too." Azazel commented.

"Smells like it's... well, close to a century, at least." he said.

"Should I keep going?" he asked.

Aedan merely nodded.

Azazel then went back to demolishing the statue, causing more and more cracks and crevasses, which also caused more of the foul-smelling liquid to ooze out.

"All right, screw this." Azazel grumbled, before putting all his strength into it, and slamming the head of the hammer against the head out the statue. The head cracked and split, before it was knocked off, causing the liquid to come flowing down from the stump like an underpowered fountain.

And then the statue crumbled in upon itself, in a mess of red fluid and stone chunks.

"Yeah, that IS pretty damn potent." Azazel agreed as he stepped back.

"I'm starting to regret doing that." he told her.

"I mean, it's for the best, considering what it did to you, but... geez, that's a friggin' mess." he commented further, just as Hal appeared in the backyard.

"All right, what is-" he started to ask, before suddenly pausing.

"Well, SOMETHING certainly smells... strongly." he commented, before looking at the pile of wet rubble.

"...and THAT is vaguely disturbing." he added.