The TARDIS landed with an almighty thud, which threw The Doctor and Rose forward on to the console, Rose stuck her arm out to stop her face from hitting the surface, she held her shoulder in pain, it was a pretty ruff landing. The Doctor sprung to his feet and darted to the monitor with a huge grin on his face, he typed away on the keyboard.

"Where did we land?" she asked rubbing her shoulder

"Well…" the Doctor said smiling proudly "I think we've, what's the matter with your shoulder?" he asked, the smile slowly disappearing from his face now growing a concerning look, "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, where did you say we landed?" She asked shaking the pain off.

The Doctor slowly turned back to the monitor "well, it's about 4:30 in the afternoon, its Sunday the 17th of October and…" the Doctor trailed off, he stared at the screen with a look of shock and disbelief.

"What?" Rose asked, he pulled on his coat that rested on the railings of the TARDIS, and walked to the door, it opened with a creek

"You coming?" he asked looking over his shoulder at her with a smile and he stepped out the TARDIS. Rose peered around the door, her eyes wide she smiled and stepped out on to the surface. Of all the place's they could have landed on Earth, they landed on the Powel estate, Rose's home for 19 year before she met the Doctor. The same four maisonette homes towered above the pair casting large shadows, but it had aged, the buildings were cracked and broken and looked like they were about to collapse, every where you looked there was litter and graffiti, and not to mention the sky was a sickly green colour.

"It looks a bit run down" Rose said as she examined her surrounding more closely

"Looks the same to me," the Doctor muttered under his breath as he kicked a can the sat by his foot, as the can flew through the air and landed with a clatter on the ground something caught his eye. A flyer caught in the wind drifted across the courtyard and hit into the Doctors leg. He picked it up and examined it. MISSING was written in bold red letters at the top of the page, a young girl, about 7 or 8 with blonde pig tales was smiling up at him; he pulled out his glasses and began to read.

"Doctor! You better come see this!" Rose called from across the courtyard; she was standing in front of a wall. He made his way over at her and was bewildered to find the entire wall was covered with Missing people flyers. He ripped off his glasses and took a few steps back.

"What the…" For the first time he realized the entire estate covered with Missing people flyers. Every wall, pillar, phone box and post box were covered in them.

"Ever get the feeling you've just walked into a ghost town?" Rose said timidly

The Doctor examined the flyers, adults, children and elderly people all missing "but why?" the Doctor thought,

"But how? Surely with this amount of people disappearing on the same day possibly at the same time some one would have seen them," Rose added

"You would think wouldn't you," The Doctor added that stern and serious tone in his voice "but its like the TARDIS, I can see it, and you can see it but not every one can, to them its just something they see out the corner of there eye and don't take much notice. Maybe it's the same with these disappearances"

"So you're saying it's not human"

"Think about it, for humans to take all these people they would need the gang size of half the population of London working together around the clock to take them"

"Maybe there working under cover," Rose supposed, "you know like Batman, by day a successful billionaire, and by night a crime fighting superhero"

"Well if I see any Bats I'll let you know" The Doctor chuckled

"Maybe we should knock on doors and ask around"

"Good thinking Robin, quick to the Bat-cave" they both laughed as they headed up the stairs of one apartment block.

The stairwell which was as untidy as it was out side, graffiti covered walls and floors and the occasional Missing person flyer. The Doctor moaned all the way, because his shoes kept sticking to the floor. They walked along a row of doors, some of them were boarded up so no one could enter or maybe they were empty, the family taken and the rest had graffiti sprayed on the same symbol kept popping up that Rose found odd it was a triangle with an upside down capital A in the middle. "It's just some kids tag," The Doctor told her, but she wasn't to sure. They had knocked on 7 different doors and hadn't got a reply at any of them. They decided to try one more before calling it quits. Rose bravely knocked on the door and called out "Hello, Police!" there was no reply, so Rose knocked a little harder and this time the door opened, by its self. Rose followed the Doctor into the home, it was quite dusty and dark like no one had lived there in a while, all the walls were the same dirty green colour, a pile of letter on the side table by the door, the Doctor picked on up, Mrs Fletcher lived here. As rose walked down the dark hall, something creaked behind one of the doors leading off from the hall, possibly the bedroom.

"Doctor" she hissed and pointed at the door, armed with his sonic screwdriver he stepped in front of Rose and slowly opened the door. And as quick as a flash a blur of ginger fur ran past there legs and into the kitchen. Rose breathed a sigh of relief and followed it, "Aw look" she came back with a huge fluffy ginger cat with piercing green eyes in her arms, he was purring happily and snuggling down for a sleep.

"Put it down Rose you don't know where it's been" the Doctor advised her, he stepped into the room where the cat had run from. It looked like a little girls bedroom, four pink walls with clouds painted on, a bed with a pink curtain draping over it, and stuffed animals all sat on the bed staring at the Doctor with bright twinkling eyes and smiles, the Doctor shuddered and shut the door again.

Rose put the cat down onto the floor in what looked like the living room, a small TV in the far corner, next to a tiny fireplace with a sofa the same colour as the living room pushed up against the opposite wall. On the fireplace was a picture of a girl, the Doctor had now joined her and had noticed the picture as well. He pulled out the flyer that was in his pocket and put it up against the framed picture, the same little girl with pigtails smiled back at them. And at that moment the front door slammed shut, somebody had come home.