Today was one of the rare days the Doctor made good on his promise that there would be no shenanigans. The sky is slightly overcast, but the beach he picked is nice and empty. There are seaguls in the distance squacking bloody murder while the waves crash soothingly against the shore.

Amy and Rory have already waded out into the surprisingly warm water. The Doctor stays on land in his ridiculous rubber duck swim trunks. He's building a sandcastle by the looks of it. Of course, even with thousands of years traveling through time and space, not even he could defeat the determination of the universe to foil any attempt at sand engineering.