Yeah.

It sounded like a riddle, but I don't know what it means.

Yeah, well, join the club. "Always crying without eyes"? What the hell is that even supposed to mean. What, is this place channeling Jimi Hendrix ala The Wind Cries Mary?

If we knew where it came from, at least that would give us someplace to start, but...

[Dean's guess is as good as his own right about now.]

Well, it didn't come from nowhere. I don't think. Do a sweep?

I believe that is our only option.

I'm gonna go see if I can raid some more salt from the kitchen.

I'll go with you.

[There's a distinct hesitation.]

Yeah, sure.

That made of stone nonsense? I heard it. Or I thought I did. Then I chalked it up to maybe being some odd late night TV poetry reading being stuck in my head. Guess not?

No, I heard it too, but I don't know what it means.

Me either. Sounded like a load of rubbish is all. Though I suppose it might have something to do with why we're all here.

It might, if only we could make sense of it.

The whole crying without eyes thing, it kinda reminds me of these creatures from back home. They froze into stone whenever anything was looking at them, so they covered their eyes like they were crying in case they looked at each other.

But the rest of that poem thing was just weird.

That does sound a little like the poem.

It can't be singling me out, though; why would it? It's got to be about more than the Angels.

Or maybe whatever's doing this is plain barmy.

.....

Angels?

That's what they're called: the Weeping Angels. 'Cause they look like angels crying.

Oh, I see.

[False alarm!]

But there's no way of knowing if the poem was about them.

Well, not unless we find the thing doing this and make it tell us.

I am investigating the matter, but there's little to go on.