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 (Eight and Lucie.  Since it's summer...)

The TARDIS' metal screeching echoed across the beach as it faded into existence.   As the doors opened, the two current occupants: a blonde young woman wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and trainers and a sleepy-eyed young man with short hair in a mangled green suit, steeped carefully onto the beach. 

"Well Lucie, I did promise you somewhere nice" the Doctor said.

" Yeah, it's all right" Lucie replied, taking note of the pickle-green sand and light blue water. "Doctor, you sure you got us to the right place? This doesn't look like Blackpool. And it's bleeding cold out here!" Lucie crossed her arms, shivering slightly. 

"Lucie, I promised you a holiday," the Doctor noted, pulling a pair of sunglasses and what looked like a deflated beach ball from one pocket. "And we're on Darnillus- most tranquil beach in the galaxy. " 

"'s just...I was hoping for, y'know, a bit of sun. " Lucie complained, taking a step and feeling her trainers sink into the sand. "You sure this is an actual beach? We're not gonna have alien crabs or snow monsters or something?" 

The Doctor took a break from blowing up the beach ball. "The temperature is part of the ambiance. Guaranteed to be relaxing. Now come on, if you can spot a frozen seashell, Lucie Miller, I'll buy you an ice cream." 

Lucie ran towards the water, losing her trainers. "You're on, slow-coach!"