On the 15th April, 2072, in Yorkshire, the TARDIS wheezed into existence, materialising on the pathway. The Doctor, still inside, shut down the time manipulator, put on his jacket, straightened his bow tie, and headed for the door. He was wearing a bright shirt with thin stripes of red, a dark red bow tie, and of course his favourite brown jacket. He opened the TARDIS door and stepped outside, only to dart back inside having realised it was raining hard. His hair was dripping all over the floor, making Clara giggle. "We're going to need an umbrella," he remarked.

Within 5 minutes, the pair exited the box in tandem; Clara's arm was wrapped around the Doctor's waist to try stay under the cover of the umbrella. "That's the one, Doctor", Clara said, pointing at a house. "It hasn't changed a bit!" Despite 60 years having passed, the neighbourhood had not changed much; the streetlamps were much brighter, lit by a chain reaction; nuclear fusion in a jar. The cars had no wheels, and no exhaust pipe. Humanity had discovered an easy to contain, clean source of energy 20 years ago, and so exhaust pipes were made redundant.

All of a sudden, the cloud started to give way to the sun, and the rain slowed around them. Humans had not found the energy source quick enough, and climate change had taken its toll, it was now possible to experience 4 seasons in a day.

"Thank God for that!" Clara exclaimed removing her arm from the Doctor's waist and stepping out into the sun, "I was freezing!"

"Clara get back under the umbrella now!" The Doctor said sternly, with a worried look on his face. The Doctor noticed the confused look on her face. "Look at your arm Clara," she looked down and gasped as she realised that her forearm had started to turn pink. "We're almost 60 years in the future, there's no more ozone layer because humans have leeched off of every power source available; Earth is no longer protected from the sun. If you go out in the sunlight, you'll be burnt in seconds. Within a minute, you'll be cooked." The Doctor winced, as if just saying that was hurting him.

"Ouch… So we'll be fine as long as we stay in the shade then?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, but don't worry, we've got an old house to investigate which almost certainly has an evil and probably very hungry creature in it, so it'll be easy to stay out of the light." He rubbed his hands together joyously, "ooh I love a haunted house!"

"Oh, evil, hungry monster… wonderful." Clara said nervously, "Why did I ever leave?"

The doctor ignored this, opened the barred iron gate leading to the front garden of Clara's old house, and knocked three times on the door. "Hello in there!" He called out, waiting for a response. There was none.

The doctor knocked again, sharing a quick glance with Clara. "Can you let us in please, it's terribly hot out here?" Still there was no response from inside. The Doctor removed his sonic screwdriver and unlocked the door, pleased this time that the door wasn't deadlocked.

He was worried. What can be so secretive that I don't know it exists? What is in this house? I can't let Clara get hurt; I've let that happen far too often. She should have stayed in the TARDIS! He pushed the door open, sonic screwdriver at the ready. Through the door there was a hallway, with the staircase to the right. It was too dark in that house, it was as if no light was able to pass through the doorway, like there was an invisible force field preventing anything from entering.

Or leaving.

"Clara, stop." He raised his hand to emphasise his point. Using his screwdriver, he scanned the doorway, flicked the device up and checked the reading. "Yes just as I thought! Aha well done Doctor!" He praised his own actions.

"What? What have you found?" Clara again was confused.

"It's a force field Clara, can't you see how dark it is in there? Whatever's in this house it has been there long enough to set up an invisible barrier. Nothing gets in or out of this place without the right technology," he held up the sonic screwdriver to Clara's face, "and do you know what this is?" He was beaming, a goofy smile plastered across his face which told Clara he had a plan.

She smiled, "the right technology." He's so full of himself! But it's kind of sexy… Stop it Clara! There's a hungry evil creature in there and you're thinking about the doctor.

The Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the door, seeming to tune it to the right frequency, and then simply stepped inside. "Put the umbrella down before you come it, otherwise it's seven years bad luck." The Doctor noted.

Clara chuckled, "You're worrying about that now when there's a nasty monster in here, probably about to eat us or at the very least kill us?" She stepped in the house, folding the umbrella away in the hallway to make her point.

The Doctor walked up to her, seeming to tower over the impossible girl, and looked her in the eyes. "Okay, don't say that I didn't warn you." He sounded ominous. Surely that's a superstition, Clara thought, an old wives tale? "Right, hungry monster time," he announced, "come and get me!" He shouted so that his voice echoed around the household, and spread out his arms.

"Err, Doctor, what are you doing?"

"Hush Clara I'm trying to see if there's anything that wants to eat us, I'd much rather die by the door so at least it looks like we tried to escape!" He answered in a hushed voice.

There was no response, no sound of footsteps. There was nothing at all.

The Doctor shrugged and walked further down the hallway, checking up the staircase and seeing nothing. But then, in the corner of his eye, he noticed a faint light coming from the living room. "Clara, stay close." She was happy to oblige. Walking cautiously into the living room, he soon found the source of the light. The TV was on. How can the TV be on that's impossible? The force field would have blocked any power from getting into this house. The Doctor felt a strong sense of foreboding, and as he focused his eyes on the screen, he saw why the house had to be so dark. He thought of Clara, kicking himself for bringing her into this situation. "Clara turn around, keep your eyes open. Don't even blink. You have to look exactly where I'm not, that way together, we can see everything."

On the screen was the image of a weeping angel, only this one wasn't crying.

It was laughing.