The Doctor and Clara rematerialise in Bristol in a shrinking TARDIS. Not soon after they begin to realise that something is very amiss. As it transpires the 2nd Dimension is waging war against the 3rd Dimension but there's no tension and people are being flattened. The result is that all those people who ate too much didn't need to as now they're no longer fattened. It's kind of reminiscent of the worst episode ever called Fear Her. Where a scribble monster was able to come to life and make a transfer. We desperately need a belting episode soon. But not one that involves a chicken laying an egg-like moon (comparably bad). And flailing fillers usually hunt in pairs. So beware of night forests and bright solar flares.
