The Doctor watched on the TARDIS scanner as Joel and Gabby walked hand in hand toward the Church of San Pietro. Inside a Weeping Angel and the 1500s awaited them.
“So, Old Girl,” he sighed, “time to return to…where did I leave Tegan and Turlough? Ah yes-”
He programed a course, but a minute into the flight the time rotor made an odd jittering sound. “What?” He looked at the readings. “The Dark Times! This isn’t where we left them, we shouldn’t be anywhere near here!” The Doctor flipped switches trying to change direction as the ship shook violently.