“I’m sure it’ll work, babe,” Tom smiled softly. “We need to try. We’ll find him and Mordred will be fine.”
Jace took a deep breath and took his phone out of his pocket. He was relieved when the Doctor picked up the phone and said he’d come help them. Apparently it was bad enough that a kid from Camelot had found his way to Jace and Tom, having him sent some place else by a Weeping Angel was even worse.
Tom nodded and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He rubbed his face for a moment, wondering what they could do. “He’ll be fine, right?” He muttered. “We’ll find him.”