ANGELS? I DON’T RECALL ANY ANGELS. OR STATUES. Death paused for a moment to think. There hadn’t been any angels, of that he was certain. THERE MAY HAVE BEEN A FOUNTAIN WITH A FISH. DOES THAT COUNT? IT HAD WATER COMING OUT OF ITS BACKSIDE.
He was beginning to think that River Song was just as lost as he was. Yet she seemed to have an explanation for being in this strange place. And a way out. Hmmm. That was interesting now wasn’t it? But it would hardly fit in with his newly arrived at plans.
He was going to have his vacation and hope that Susan would not be too put out with him. She sometimes got a bit cross with him when his actions made her do his job for him. He really failed to see what her problem was with that. He was just helping her find her own abilities.
I MUST SAY, THOUGH, THIS SEEMS LIKE A SAFE ENOUGH PLACE FOR A VACATION. He had noticed that there seemed to be a lot of sand. They were most likely near a beach. He had grown extra fond of sand since his time in the Klatchian Foreign Legion. Though it was a bit tricky to get the sand out of all of his joints.
PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER TO JUST NOT WORRY ABOUT HOW I CAME HERE AND JUST ENJOY BEING HERE.