Olly Stevens just can't leave bloody well alone now can he. "Want to comment on the blonde woman I saw you snogging early today?" Alec takes a deep breath, fists clenched at his side, trying to remember the reasons why it's unacceptable to deck a journalist. Unable to come up with any on the spot he settles for not punching Miller's nephew because she's had a shit day.

He's saved from having to answer by Beth nearly tackling the little shite to the ground in her exuberance. The stunned reporter can only stand there while Beth rambles. He tunes out most of the conversation, choosing instead to rub at his temples in an attempt to alleviate the building headache from having to deal with this shite all day.

"Robbing that bank was such a blast!"

That violently brings Alec's attention back to the present. "What?"

"We robbed a bank together." Beth is smiling up at him. Him. The local DI. Hard Ass Hardy.

"You robbed a bank?" He must be hearing this wrong.

"Oh you would have loved it." He's at a loss for what to do. Is she confessing to a crime? Does he need to read her her rights?

"Hardy I swear I had nothing to do with robbing a bank." Olly is scrambling.

"Don't sell yourself short!" Beth affectionately pats his cheek. "It was a true team effort."

"Oh was it?" Beth might be having some sort of emotional breakdown, but he was still a detective. Add to that Olly being a real pain in his arse and it seems like a grand idea to treat this like a real interrogation. "A real team effort."

"Oh yeah. Big bank, huge bank, massive, big, big, ginormous bank. Biggest bank in the universe. Karabraxus."

"Karabraxus?" He'd have to make a note to look it up later

"And we never would have made it if it weren't for your hacking skills." She grinning up at Olly again.

"Hacking skills is it?" It's not hard to miss how much time Olly Stevens spends glued to a screen.

"I swear Hardy I have no idea what she's talking about." Olly is slowly backing up.

"Don't be modest now." Beth leans into Hardy. "You know someone's a good hacker when they've been sent to prison for it."

"I'd imagine someone would have to be a pretty proficient hacker to be able to hack a bank security system." He has his eyes glued to Olly, who is looking shiftier by the second.

"You know we only take the best." Beth wraps an arm around Olly's waist, bringing him in snug against her. "And he's the best hacker out there."

"Well then Beth. Why don't you tell me all about how Olly here hacked a bank." He watches all the color drain from the young man's face.

- Meanwhile at the Cottage -

When Claire Ripley heard that Alec Hardy and Ellie Miller were coming over to see her the last thing she expected them to do was bring Beth Latimer with them. Except that's not quite right. The very last thing she would have expected was Alec Hardy pulling her into a corner with Beth to babble about aliens while Ellie and Lee stare at them from across the room.

"I'm assuming Jack filled you in on the whole two of us bit." When Claire shakes her head he continues. "Right, so, remember the hand he had in the jar? The handy spare hand. My handy spare hand actually. Well during the Dalek invasion one of them shot me, us, me?" He's motioning between himself and Beth. "Never really covered the proper use of pronouns for someone in our situation. Well I'm sure there are some, but probably not in English and High Gallifreyan is just so stuffy." He shrugs before continuing. "Anyway we, were shot by a Dalek, and didn't want to fully regenerate. Which can you blame us? Look at this face. It's a great face! After using the energy to heal ourself, just the one body at the time, we siphoned it off into the handy spare hand. Later Donna touches it and WHAM!" He exclaims loud enough to startle everyone in the room. "Instantaneous Biological Metacrisis. I grew out of the hand." He holds up his right hand, wiggling the fingers while pointing to it with his left. "This hand here. I'm the handy spare hand. Same Doctor, just with a few..." He scrunches his face in disgust. "Human bits. At least I got to keep the second stomach."

"Right." She's not sure what the hell is going on, but Claire needs him to stop talking.

"Brilliant ain't it!" He's wearing a manic grin she finds disconcerting. "Never been another like me! Completely unique in the multiverse I am!"

"I bet you are."

"Now I appreciate all of Torchwood's help of course, but we can take it from here." He moved over to Lee Ashworth. "Because if she's here with you that can only mean one thing. One very important thing, that you have picked the wrong town to invade because you see they call me the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds-" Lee interrupts him by trying to throw a punch which he catches easily. "Wait a tick." Before anyone else can react he's brought Lee's fist to his mouth to give it a lick. "But you're completely human." He looks perplexed at said revelation. "Well when I say completely human, I mean you're over ninety nine percent homo sapien sapien, with just a wee dash of neanderthal. Which is to be expected from someone of your heritage." He smacks his lips for a couple seconds more. "Might want to get your cholesterol checked though."

"He just licked me." Lee looks to everyone else in the room, looking for confirmation that he didn't just hallucinate Alec Hardy licking his hand.

"Fastest way to analyze your chemical, and genetic composition." He leaps onto the couch, holding his blue tipped, whirring flashlight in the air. "Well when I say fastest, I mean there are others, but those are on the TARDIS, and anyway by the time we got back there we could have lost the trail. Still good a way as any to check you're species. I wasn't joking about your cholesterol." He wags his finger at Lee "Silent killer that is."

"Oh my god it's drugs." Ellie murmurs out as she watches the madness in front of her. "He's got to be on drugs." There's no other possible explanation she can fathom at the moment as to why Detective Inspector Alec 'Shit-Face Hard Ass' Hardy would be licking Lee Ashworth and spouting off nonsense like that.

The anxious energy, talking a mile a minute, fidgeting. Had to be some serious uppers. Crack maybe? Probably some of those new designer drugs the kids were getting their hands on these days. She'd hoped they hadn't made it to Broadchurch, but it looks like he was proving her wrong.

- Meanwhile Back at the Community Center-

Paul's not sure he completely believes Rose about an alien in Broadchurch, but she genuinely seems to want to help the people here. Although filling her in on what's been happening with the town has been difficult, her focus on the strange and unexplained as opposed to analyzing every aspect of Danny's death is refreshing. Her quips and stories about her friends and other aliens she says she has encountered prove a welcome distraction.

"Who are those people?" Rose scans the pictures on the page of the old newspaper Paul had pulled out.

"That's the Latimer family. It was their boy, Danny who was killed."

"No but who's that?" Rose points to the woman.

"Beth, she's Danny's mum."

"And him?" Rose points to a smaller picture of two detectives.

"That's the DI who solved the case. Alec Hardy."

Rose looks between the two face, anxiety starting to bubble up. "And these two, they've been here awhile right?"

"Well yeah I mean-"

"They didn't just show up randomly?"

"No! No, Beth and her family have been here for years. Their kids have grown up here. And Hardy showed up shortly before Danny's murder. Before that he was working a case in Sandbrook."

"Oh shit." Rose places her face in her hands

"What?"

Her hands move to run through her hair as she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. "I think I snogged your DI today."

"What?!"

"I mean it was an accident."

"How do you accidentally snog DI Hardy?"

"I'm gonna show you something." Rose pulls out her phone, quickly pulling up a selfie she had taken with both the Doctors shortly before they came to Broadchurch. They're on either side of her with wide smiles, the three of them dressed up in ridiculous, even for them, dinosaur themed outfits for a Jurassic Park movie marathon. Rose hands her phone to Paul. "These are my friends."

"Oh." Paul is inspecting the picture, glancing repeatedly between it and the newspaper. After a few seconds he's flipping through the rest of the pictures from that evening, which only grow more ridiculous. She knows he's found the video when she hears the sound of her giggling and the Doctors going into a diatribe about how the sound effects for the dinosaurs weren't accurate, and then attempting to demonstrate the 'correct' noises each different species of dinosaur made. "Wow. Just. Um. Wow. I mean I had my doubts at first but that video-"

"Yep."

"They may look like Hardy and Beth, but that is definitely not them." He hands her the phone back. "Wait so does that mean when you snogged Hardy it was because you thought he was him. As in you and him?" He found it difficult to believe that this charming, beautiful, young woman would be with the man in the video who's flirting involved 'the mating calls of the brachiosaurus'.

"Listen Paul." Rose pockets her phone. "I know they're idiots. But. They're my idiots." She lets out a sigh. "My very brilliant, very clever, alien idiots."

"Hey I'm not here to judge, Wait." Paul takes a beat. "Did you say alien idiots?"

"Yep. Although the lanky one, he's more like half, kinda, more than half he keeps telling me. Grew out of the other one's hand."

"He what?"

"Long story." Rose begins to clear up the newspapers.

"Are you an alien?" Paul looks a bit skittish as he asks.

"Nah. I'm human, born in London." Rose takes note of Paul relaxing a bit. He's taking it all in stride, better than most.

"You really weren't kidding about the alien thing where you?" Paul lets out a chuckle.

"My friends and I, we go around helping people. All through space." Rose has broken the alien thing to him, she doesn't feel the need to further blow his mind with time travel. "And we think there might be an alien here in broadchurch. One that's not so friendly."

"Oh." Realization dawns on him. "Well then, what can I do to help?"

Rose flashes him a smile. She knows she's got him as an ally now. Not that she was too worried. Paul seemed to care deeply about this community and wouldn't want to see any harm come to them. "Anyone acting strange? I know it's a difficult time and all, but I'm talking about truly unusual and out of character. Might not be reacting to the events the way you would expect. Detached, or too attached."

"Not that I can think of off the top of my head. But you know there has been quite a bit of press as you can imagine. They did quite a bit of reporting on the street. Maybe if we look through some of the videos we can spot something." Paul guides her over to a computer so he can begin pulling up footage.

It takes a while before Rose has him pause the current video. "There." She points at a woman walking down the street.

"What about her?"

"About a minute earlier the same woman walked by exact same everything except with different clothes. And this one is trying to keep to the shadows." Paul rewinds the video and plays it again. Noticing what Rose had pointed out. "Looks like you've got yourselves a shape shifter."