"Okay.  I'm inside.  Can you see it."

"Affirmative."

He shuts his eyes, for about half a second.

It's right where it was.

"Did it move."

"Angel rrremains stationary and made of stone, sir."

"This unit cannot grow tired or bored, and can maintain eye contact with the Angel indefinitely.  I suggest, that you rest and rrrecuperate inside the TARDIS."

He heaves a sigh and sits down.

He leans back - and then scrambles upright again, when he finds himself leaning back into empty space instead of hitting the inside wall of the box.

He stands up, slowly, and turns around.

All orangey, aglow, pillars curvaceous like living things, and an eerie green tower-console, in the middle of a room far too big to fit.

Hello, darling.

Come on inside, hon.  Just don't press any buttons.

He walks in, slowly.  He can't help himself; he stares.

Aww, you'll make me blush~

He smiles, a little.

Only a little, though, and only for a moment, before it fades.

He leans on the console, over the controls.

There's no sign of the woman - the woman who's name he didn't even learn.  They opened the TARDIS, but - what for?  The robot dog paralyzed the Angel, but - what next?

He sighs, and sits down on the floor.  And then lays down flat on the floor.  Splays his arms out.  Closes his eyes.

Wakes up.

He sits up and looks behind him.  The door to the TARDIS is closed.

He stands up and, hesitantly, step by step, approaches the door.  Puts his ear against it.

"Hey robot dog?" he says, loudly enough to hopefully be heard.  "Is it safe to open the door?"

"Affirmative!" comes the muffled reply.

He does.

There's the robot dog, and there's the Weeping Angel, still in a staring contest.

He lets out his breath, and slumps a little.  "Cool.  Great."

He's got nothing else.  He goes back into the TARDIS, shuts the door.