Howard Shaw stared down at the waves below and watched as they tossed and turned just like how he planned to do in bed that night. Jasmyn Cross had broken up with him even though he had proposed to her that night. Now sat at the end of a manmade spit on Blackpool Beach, he wondered what the point of life was anymore and why it should continue. They had been together for a year and a half but for some reason she had lost interest in him and that broke his heart.

His attention was drawn to the ripple that suddenly appeared in the ocean beside him. After about a second it was gone. Perhaps a small fish had come to comfort him, he thought but he soon realised that was silly. The moonlight shone down onto him and at one in the morning, the only friend he had was a bottle of alcohol and even that was almost completely gone.

Then, there were more ripples in the water and they were starting to increase in numbers and grow in size. That was when the strangest occurrence happened. Bubbles rose to the surface and piled up on top of each other, creating a mountain of air on the surface of the ocean. Leaning closer to examine them, Howard noticed a figure coming towards the surface through the lunar light but being almost dark, he didn't notice until the last second.

A green hand shot out from underneath the waves and grabbed hold of his arm. He began screaming and yelling for help but there was nobody around. He grabbed hold of the alcohol bottle and hit the hand, causing it to reel back beneath the surface. A few moments later and two green hands emerged, dragging him across the spit. As he let out one last shrill cry, he held his breath and he felt himself becoming submerged under the waves. The ripples decreased in size, the bubbles disappeared and Howard Shaw was gone.

Bucky's black shoes kissed the glass floor that towered over the Blackpool seafront. He was stood at the very top of the Blackpool Tower; a gargantuan red tower that stood above the seaside town of Blackpool. The grey sky darkened the reflection of Bucky's black jumper and he turned around to see an apprehensive Clara place a foot on the glass floor. The glass floor created an extremely creepy effect that they were hovering in mid-air and being so high up, she was terrified the glass was going to cave in and she'd plunge to her death. Her grip tightened on her black leather jacket to make her feel safer.

'It's fine,' he reassured her, giggling as he extended his arm for her to take. 'It's not going to crack or break. The amount of people that jump on this glass is insane!'

'If you think I'm going to jump on that glass, you're insane,' she bit as she finally reached him and she glared down below her.

'Crazy, isn't it? I wonder how thick this glass is.'

'That's it,' Clara declared as she walked off of the glass and onto the carpet.

'I'm not looking,' she said as she clung onto the roller coaster railing for dear life. 'If I die, I'm gonna kill you.'

Bucky let out a slight chortle as she felt the carriage dip. Plucking up the courage to open her eyes, she stared down at the seafront below. Shoppers walked hand in hand with shopping bags and an elderly couple were walking their dog. Beneath them on the other side, the fairground rides buzzed with light and electricity and even at that height, she could smell the candy floss.

The roller coaster plunged downwards and as she screamed, she felt her ponytail swish in the wind. It was travelling so fast, Bucky had to turn his head because the wind caught his breath. The blue track snaked around the corner and past an information kiosk and a seagull flew in front of Clara's face, causing her to shriek and Bucky to laugh. When the ride came to an end, Clara had tears coming from her brown eyes and she was laughing so hard.

Wrapping her jacket back around her mustard yellow turtleneck and blue dress, she shivered slightly. The sun had retreated back into the clouds and now the cold had come. Bucky sipped on his strawberry milkshake while Clara continued to eat her chips. Looking over at the bench they were going to sit at, they were suddenly grateful they didn't, as the log flume ride caused water to splash all over it.

'Today has been fun so far,' she announced with a wide grin on her face. 'I had so much fun at the tower. And that wax museum!'

'I enjoyed it too,' he smiled. 'And we get to have another day here. I was a little reluctant about having a weekend trip here but it's nice enough.'

'Careful! I grew up here.'

That was when Bucky looked behind her and saw a MISSING poster attached to the blue railings. It looked as if it had been put on recently. Walking over to it and reading it, he soon realised there was also another one beside it and then also another.

'Terrible, ain't it?' a woman smoking a cigarette said from the next bench. 'Four's gone missing in the last week. All at sea. Mind you, one of 'em went missing last night but whether that was at sea or not, no one knows.'

'Four disappearances all at sea?' he said, bewildered. 'That's a bit odd.'

'The police said that too. Even they don't know what's happening. I think it's weird they're putting up MISSING signs when they're probably all dead under the waves.'

Bucky glowered at Clara while she bit into a chip and jolted when the rollercoaster above shot past her.

'I have to go now,' she threw the cigarette in the bin. 'My husband is waiting for me at the ghost train.'

'How weird is that?' Clara said as she waited for Bucky to sit down before sliding over to the bin to put her empty white tray in. 'Four disappearances at sea?'

'Maybe we should investigate.'

Clara looked both disappointed and infuriated.

'This is supposed to be our weekend off from investigating and infiltrating. Don't you think we deserve a break from Cybermen and mummies and alien sex demons for a change?'

'I hear what you're saying,' he said but by the tone of his voice she knew he was going to object. 'But this is too weird. There's got to be something out at sea that's snatching all these people.'

'Maybe it's just strong currents! And besides, I thought we were going to that comedy club tonight. And with you working for UNIT now, you're going to need some rest before their demands get bigger.'

'That's what I can do!' a grin illuminated his face and she banged her head on the wooden bench. 'I can call UNIT and have them investigate. Then we can do some more exploring.'

Clara's head was lifted up and she smiled, relieved he had still had a sense of tourism and adventure. She nodded her head in delight and glanced over at the log flume.

'Wanna give that a try?'

About half an hour later at around 1.30pm, Bucky and Clara were walking through Blackpool's retail district. Clara had purchased a new black handbag from a market stall selling women's jewellery and accessories and Bucky had purchased a new leather jacket that was similar to the one Clara was wearing. Shopping bags in hand, the pair trotted past an erected statue of a man on a horse and Bucky heard his phone ring. They both sat down on a bench and watched as an angry couple were hauled out of a well-known high street store.

'Hello?' he answered the call while Clara studied her new bag. 'Are you being serious?'

Hanging up, he looked at Clara who had her arms folded and he nervously laughed and so her head shot up even more.

'So…' he began. 'That was Agent Christwell on the phone. UNIT are on their way but they're going to be a few hours and with people in potential danger, they want us to investigate while we're waiting for them. Is that… ok?'

Clara felt like stabbing everyone around her. She and Bucky had been planning the weekend away for ages. She argued that she wanted to holiday in Blackpool considering she grew up there and now he was telling her that he was considering working during that time off. Suppressing her anger probably wasn't the best thing to do but she knew that if she started, she wouldn't stop and she'd most likely end up slapping him.

'Bucky,' she closed her eyes and looked away. 'What did you even have in mind?'

'I brought the psychic paper copy! You know, in case we needed it for free entry into clubs and stuff. I have an idea. It's crazy, I know but trust me!'