Bucky had an idea. Spotting a flyer on the wall for the evening dance, he snatched it and used the pen in his pocket to write a note to Clara. Running out of the dance hall, he found a green power box which he slipped it into.
Strolling back inside the dance hall, he was confused as to how he had ended up in the 1940s and on the flyer it said 1942. Just as he was about to make his way back up the staircase, he spotted a blonde woman walk down the stairs.
Her hair was wavy and golden with a sea green dress. White high heels accompanied her look and she had the most radiant skin. Her intoxicating blue eyes stunned the former World War 2 soldier. The light from the exorbitant chandelier illuminated her beautiful complexion and once she glided down to the bottom of the staircase she spotted Bucky and recognised him instantly.
'Bucky?' she asked in a south London accent. 'Bucky Barnes, is that you?'
'Larissa,' he couldn't believe his eyes and he ran up to her.
He spotted the two men beside her and she introduced them to each other.
'This is Bucky Barnes,' she said. 'I met him when he came over to England for training purposes a few months ago. It's been so long.'
'I know,' he was in complete shock. 'I haven't seen you in ages.'
Smiling, he happily let Larissa White lead him off upstairs to discuss and catch up.
Clara Oswald burst through the door of Ripley Dance Hall and saw Agent Hill stood waiting in the corridor, holding a rectangular piece of technology in her hand. Clara was dressed in a smart red dress and red high heels with her dark hair in a wavy bush.
'Why did you change like that?' Hill asked Clara.
'If I'm off to the 1940s then I need to blend in. Can you open the time slip somewhere else?'
'The weakest point of time manipulation is the archway leading to the bar. I've increased the amount of time energy there so once you step through you'll arrive in the 1940s. I'll freeze the slip and unfreeze it in 28 minutes time because the slip will close for good in 31 minutes.'
Hill put a watch around Clara's left wrist and so she thanked her. Taking a note of the time, Clara approached the archway leading to the bar and as Hill wished her good luck, she walked through the archway and vanished.