[For a moment, there is nothing but breathing that is a bit on the heavy side. Jenny finally speaks, her tone even but clearly alarmed.]Dad? Dad
s? I really hope at least one of you are hearing this.
[a pause]I could really use some help, if one of you can manage it. It's just that... well...
[a sound of someone shuffling backward]There's a Weeping Angel here. A few of them, actually. So I can't exactly blink. Or run. Or, well, do much of anything. So if you could -
[she laughs a bit sharply] - well, I really don't know what, but much of anything would be appreciated.
[a little more shuffling is heard]I'm a few blocks south of the flats. Please hurry.