After searching around the village, the four found a vicar who told them the the legend in depth, he confirmed there was a woman who lived in the village sometime ago and indeed a lord pined for her.

She did go missing, but the vicar believed that she might've accidentally drowned in the loch, having misstepped and fell into the cold waters.

As is the time, she couldn't swim and died having succumbed to exhaustion as she helplessly flayed in the cold waters, sinking to the bottom, unable to escape. No one there to help her, she died a frightful death. Helpless, alone, and afraid.

He gestured as he said a prayer in her name, hoping that the Lord helped eased her restless soul having suffered an unjust death.

Snapping back, the vicar didn't hesitate to say the legend isn't just a fable, it's a warning, something that's easier to explain to the villagers.

The vicar warned the four not to mistake the loch as simply just, the waters blend with the ground late at night with no moon and breeze to ripple the water, and if they're not careful, they'll meet the same fate as Elaine.

That's the main reason hunters don't go up to the loch to hunt, because the waters blend so well with the ground, they risk falling in, swept under by the raging undercurrent, and never seen again.

Vicar John tried to get the hunters to use lanterns, anything to see in the dark, but they're extremely superstitious and rather hunt in the daylight than worry about the night.

Apparently, the hunters didn't want to alert the Lady of their presence with lanterns, afraid, even.

"What do you believe?" Matt asked the vicar as he tended the pew around the church.

As he tended, the vicar responded that he believed that the villagers have nothing to be afraid of, all they needed was a reliable light source and tread carefully around the loch when hunting or collecting water. Nothing to it, really.

"So, no ghost?" Karen raised a brow.

The vicar shook his head as he held his wrinkly hands together.

He told her, no, he didn't believe so, but he's willing to keep an open mind, for there's always a chance a lost soul dwelled on the mortal plain, seeking comfort and guidance into the afterlife.

"What about the disappearances we keep hearing about?" Arthur asked him.

The vicar sighed as he believed that the disappeared men fell into the loch by mistake and drowned, but the villagers wouldn't accept their deaths easily, and put the blame on a vengeful spirit, instead.

He admitted that some took their drink too seriously, so he wouldn't be surprised if that caused them to fall in the loch. Inebriated, the drunken men couldn't escape and entrenched in the cold water that surely killed them swiftly.

"Has anyone found their bodies?" Ripley asked the vicar about the villagers finding the waterlogged bodies of the missing villagers, it's possible they did and just couldn't handle the loss.

The vicar shook his head as he said that they might when the loch warms in the summer, but he wouldn't be surprised if the bodies still linger on the bottom of the loch.

When the time comes and the bodies float to the surface, he fears it'll only ignite the villagers fears once again. It's dreadful to think about, but the vicar knew it was inevitable that the bodies' sight would've caused panic.

"Thank you for your time, vicar," Matt thanked the vicar for his helpful information on the matter.

Nodding, Vicar John told them that it's his duty and for them to stay careful.

Leaving the church, the four looked at each other with confusion as they processed what the vicar told them, it's apparent that there's conflicting stories about what's going, but the vicar seemed to be the most levelheaded in this.

"So, people accidentally drowned in the loch, that's it?" Karen looked at Matt as he rested a finger on his chin.

People accidentally drowning themselves in the loch because of a misstep hardly counted as something that needed investigation. Even though it's sad they lost their lives to a mistake, reasonably, he and the others shouldn't be there.

Evidently, the TARDIS seems they should, so he didn't know what to think about this.

Sighing, Matt suggested they go back to the TARDIS and retrieve the camping equipment they need and spend the night at the loch, see what they can find.

He didn't know what good it'll do, but if it'll help them in their mystery, there's no harm in camping for a little while, catching up with Karen and Arthur since they've been gone.

Walking with them, Matt led them back up the stairs and towards the blue beauty waiting for them. Steeping inside, he helped them pull out the camping equipment they needed and looked for a spot close to the loch and the TARDIS, away from the shores so they don't get caught in the undercurrent either.

Finding a spot that has a straight path to the TARDIS and the loch, the four prepared the portable gas grill while placing their cots around the grill.

It gave them an advantage view of the entire loch, so if there's any movement, they'll easily spot it.

Sitting around the grill as they sizzled cuts of marinated meat, the four discussed more about what went on since Karen and Arthur were away.

They were shocked about Mallory's death, upset when Matt and Ripley told them that they don't know all the details, but knew that it wasn't just one of her nasty tricks.

As for the perpetrator in her crime, neither Matt or Ripley knew, but the Adjudicator seemed positive that Ripley knew who killed Mallory.

Ripley's finding a hard time discerning what he meant or if he even told the truth, there's no one that overlapped that could've killed Mallory and she's sorted through a laundry list of people and creatures who would've loved nothing more for the both women to perish.

"I wonder how her husband's holding up," Karen frowned as she gingerly plucked a thinly cut ribeye and placed it on a lettuce leaf and placed various toppings and shredded vegetables on it before folding it over and biting into it.

It's hard to imagine the state of Mr. Malloy, he must've been in pieces since he was told of her death shortly after Matt and Ripley left the cemetery.

There's no telling how long it's been since the Adjudicator told him since individual universes worked differently, but no doubt he's still feeling the loss heavily.

"Think we'll ever see him?" Arthur wondered if they'll chance meeting the widower.

Shrugging his shoulder as he picked up his kebab, Matt said he's not sure if they'll ever meet Mr. Malloy, but he knows what he'll do if he ever got the chance.

Hug him.

Mallory might've been trouble and she had her moments to show her thieving golden heart, but she clearly had someone close in her life that truly cared about her and she clearly cared about him.

So, it's only fair that Matt give his condolences to Mr. Malloy.

"I don't know, he showed up before, but I never met him," Ripley remembered Mallory dragging her all over the city looking for Mr. Malloy, only to find he'd returned to the disjointed tram cart and left without so much as sticking his head out.

"Do we know what he looks like, at least?" Arthur wondered.

Maybe they won't meet Mr. Malloy, but it would help if they knew what he looked like, just in case. Perhaps, they'll encounter his counterpart, but at least they'll know who to keep an eye out for.

Shaking her head, Ripley said Mallory never told her much what he looked like, all she knew was his clothing choices, which were eccentric at best, but that could help them spot him.

How often do the four see an odd man wearing odd clothes?

"In any case, I hope he has people who can help him in his trying time," Matt sighed heavily as he munched on his cooked kebab.

The four consumed their dinner and cleaned up, making sure they left nothing that could've stayed back long after they left, even a metal fork could've caused unlikely changes in the near future.

With everything put up and cleaned, the four glanced to the loch, quiet as ever, nothing stirred. Above, a bright moon in the sky.

"She said at night where there's no moon, guess we'll have to try tomorrow night," Ripley sighed as she settled on her cot.

It started getting colder so they built a small fire and huddled near it.

So far, nothing stirred from the loch, no ghost, no nothing.

"If it's not the loch, then what could it be?" Arthur asked Matt.

Thinking, Matt sighed as he said if it's not the loch, then they'll have to go back into the village and investigate further.

However, he believed there's a chance the loch's part of the equation and they'll investigate it until otherwise.

Two hours passed and Karen and Arthur went to sleep.

Ripley stayed up to tend to the fire as Matt collected wood from around the woods surrounding the loch.

Poking the fire, crackling as the wood split, Ripley glanced periodically at the loch, looking for any ripples.

Rubbing her eyes, Ripley turned her attention to the sleeping Karen and Arthur.

They softly snored in each other's arms with a heavy blanket wrapped around them and Ripley heard crunching grass behind her as Matt reappeared with more wood. He carefully added a few to the fire before placing the extra wood away from the fire before sitting behind Ripley wrapping them both in a heavy blanket.

"Anything?" Matt asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

Ripley shook her head, said she didn't see anything, but because the moon's out, she didn't think she would.

"What do you think?" Ripley asked him.

Matt rested his head on top of hers as he thought.

Thinking, it could've been anything, really.

Far as he knew, they've seen everything there was to see.

"I don't know," Matt frowned.

If they don't get anything by the next night, he'll use the TARDIS to pinpoint what's going on and get their bearings.

Nodding, Ripley sighed.

She rubbed her eyes again, they're starting to get heavy, and Matt asked if she's tired.

Ripley tried to tell him she wasn't, but her eyes aren't fooling him.

Pulling her gently towards him Matt slowly laid on his cot with her resting her head on his chest. One hand on her back and the other tending the fire, Matt kept the fire going as Ripley drifted off to sleep to the beat of Matt's heart.

Matt kept the fire going until he himself felt his eyes heavy and didn't put any more wood in, tended it more, before slowly drifting off to sleep himself.

His arms wrapped around Ripley, he softly snored with the heavy blanket over them.

He didn't know how long he slept, but his eyes slowly opened to see a figure in the distance. He couldn't see any features, but it looked as the figure was near the loch.

Matt would've stirred, but his heavy eyes shut and he started softly snoring again, pulling Ripley closer to him.

By morning, the fire extinguished itself as there's no more wood burning and all that's left is smoldering ashes.

Karen and Arthur were up first and put out the smoldering ashes. They cleaned it up before preparing for breakfast. Something to keep them going as they wouldn't be able to eat whatever the village made.

Drinks made to wash down breakfast, some coffee to wake everyone up.

Instant coffee, nothing to it, just some hot boiling water and the necessities like cream and sugar.

Glancing over, Karen scanned the shores of the loch and didn't see anything out of place. Nothing happened, that she saw.

"So much for going home," Arthur sighed.

He looked forward to returning home from the honeymoon and seeing his parents again, they would've wanted to know what he did and what he saw.

Arthur wanted to tell them about all the drinks he had, but due to the fact they're made by an alien bartender, that would've been a tricky subject to broach.

His father would've loved the Jubilee.

His mother would've drunk the Katherines by the gallon!

Unfortunately, Arthur couldn't tell his parents about what he does when he's not writing his novel. They would've worried, wanted him to stop, or believe he's gone mad, and he didn't want any of that.

"I see it as an extended trip," Karen saw it in an optimistic light.

She's in the same boat as him, couldn't tell her own parents about what's going on when she's not policing the streets. They already wanted her to quit the force and go into another job, worried about her constantly, of course she wouldn't back down from a good challenge.

It'll be trickier if they found out she encounters strange things that weren't possible in their world, would've tried to ground her.

"What are we even going to tell them?" Arthur wondered.

It's inevitable they're going to have to tell their parents about what they really do when no one's looking. As much as they didn't want to, they're going to have to accept the fact that their parents might not accept the fact they have adventures in a strange police box.