"Dark night. Very starry", the Doctor commented as they stood outside Vincent's cottage.

"It's not much. I live on my own. But you should be okay for one night. One night", Vincent told them.

"We're going to stay with him?" Amy asked the Doctor.

"Until he paints that church".

"Watch out. That one's wet", Vincent said, pointing to a painting.

"Elise, look", Amy said. Amy and Elise stared at the painting. "It's called Bedroom in Arles. If you draw and practice every day, maybe you could paint like that one day".

It was rather simple in Elise's eyes, but she liked the colors.

They entered Vincent's home and were surrounded by his paintings.

"Sorry about all the clutter", he said.

"Some clutter", the Doctor told him.

"I've come to accept the only person who's going to love my paintings is me".

"Wow. I mean, really. Wow", Amy said.

"Yeah, I know it's a mess. I'll have a proper clear out. I must, I really must. Coffee, anyone?"

"Not for me, actually", the Doctor said.

Vincent placed a coffee pot down on a painting.

"You know, you should be careful with these. They're precious", the Doctor told him.

"Precious to me. Not precious to anyone else".

It made Elise sad that he didn't think his paintings were worth anything. They were beautiful.

"They're precious to me", Amy told him.

"Well, you're very kind. And kindness is most welcome".

"Right, so, this church, then. Near here, is it?" the Doctor asked.

"What is it with you and the church?"

"Oh, just casually interested in it, you know."

"Far from casual. It seems to me you never talk about anything else. He's a strange one."

"Okay, so, let's talk about you, then. What are you interested in?"

"Well, look around. Art. It seems to me there's so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamed of."

The Doctor smiled. "You don't have to tell me."

After Vincent had fixed himself a cup of coffee, Elise and Amy went outside to look at more of the paintings. While they were looking at one, something invisible knocked Amy to the ground. Amy screamed as Elise looked around, but there was nothing there.

Vincent and the Doctor came running out to check on the two girls.

"Amy? Amy? Elise, what happened?" the Doctor asked.

Elise shrugged.

"I don't know. I didn't see it. I was having a look at the paintings out here when something hit me from behind. I don't think it hit Elise."

"It's okay. He's gone now and we're here."

Vincent looked behind Amy and started shouting, "No! No!"

"Take it easy. Take it easy!" the Doctor told him.

"What's happening? What's he doing?" Amy asked.

"I don't know".

Vincent picked up a pitchfork and brandished it like a weapon.

"Oh, dear", the Doctor said.

Vincent charged them with the pitchfork and Amy screamed as they jumped out of the way. "Run. Run!" Vincent yelled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's not a bad idea. Amy, Elise, get back. He's having some kind of fit. I'll try to calm him down", the Doctor told them.

Amy and Elise retreated to the entrance of Vincent's home as they watched Vincent stab the air with the pitchfork.

"Easy, Vincent, easy", the Doctor said, "Look. Look, look, look. It's me, it's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look. No-one else is here. So, Vincent..."

A barrel was knocked over and Vincent barely had enough time to shout, "Look out!" before the Doctor was tossed aside.

The invisible force slashed through a painting near Amy's face.

"I can't see anything. What is it?" Amy asked.

"That is a good question. Let me help you", the Doctor said grabbing a pole.

"You can see him, too?" Vincent asked.

"Yes. Ish. Well, no. Not really". The Doctor was tossed through the air again and landed at Vincent's feet.

"You couldn't see him?" Vincent asked.

"No. No. Oi!" The Doctor jumped to his feet and ran towards where he thought the thing was and started swinging his pole as Vincent stabbed the pitchfork into something. The Doctor continued to swing his pole through the air.

"He's gone", Vincent told him.

"Oh, right. Yes. Of course", he said, tossing his pole aside.

They went back inside and Vincent grabbed a canvas.

"Right. So he's invisible. What did he look like?" the Doctor asked.

"I'll show you", Vincent said. He grabbed a paintbrush and painting over a finished painting.

"Oh, no, no. No, no!"

"What?"

"It's just er, that was quite a good. Oh, no. On you go."

Vincent took a piece of charcoal and sketched out what he had seen. It was something that looked like it had the head of a chicken with fierce claws.

"Okay. Okay. Right. Amy, make Mister Van Gogh comfortable. Don't let any invisible monsters in through the front door", the Doctor said.

"But it could be outside, waiting", Amy said.

"Well, don't worry. I'll risk it. What's the worst that can happen?"

"You could get torn into pieces by a monster you can't see".

"Oh right, yes, that. Don't worry. I'll be back before you can say where's he got to now? Elise, be good for Auntie Amy. Oh, before I forget..." He pulled out a blanket and a bear from his pockets. He wrapped the blanket around Elise and she took the bear from him. He kissed her on the forehead and ruffled her hair. "See you round", he said, leaving with the canvas in hand.

Amy picked her up and set her down on a chair. "Do you need me to sing to you?" Amy asked.

Elise shook her head and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"Is she yours?" Vincent asked.

"No", Amy said, "She's the Doctor's".

"So you and your Doctor aren't together?"

Amy laughed. "No. I'm more of a glorified babysitter if we're being honest".

"Ellie, Ellie!" a voice whispered.

Elise opened her eyes and saw her father's green eyes.

The Doctor smiled and said, "Good morning, little one".

Elise yawned and rubbed her eyes.

He carried her out to the garden and set her down next to Amy before going inside to wake Vincent.

Elise looked around and realized they were surrounded by sunflowers. Vincent came to the window.

"I thought I'd brighten things up to thank you for saving me last night", Amy told him.

"Ah".

"I thought you might like, you know, possibly to perhaps paint them or something? Might be a thought".

"Yes, well, they're not my favorite flower".

"You don't like sunflowers?"

Amy and the Doctor shared a look as he poured tea.

"No, it's not that I don't like them. I find them complex. Always somewhere between living and dying. Half-human as they turn to the sun. A little disgusting. But, you know, they are a challenge".

"And one I'm pretty sure you'll rise to. But, moving on, there's something I need to show you".

After breakfast, they went inside and the Doctor handed a picture to Vincent.

"That's him. And the eyes, without mercy".

"This is a creature called the Krafayis. They travel in space. They travel as a pack, scavenging across the universe. And sometimes one of them gets left behind. And because they are a brutal race, the others never come back. So, dotted all around the universe are individual, utterly merciless, utterly abandoned Krafayis. And what they do is, well, kill, until they're killed. Which they usually aren't. Because other creatures can't see them."

"But I can."

"Yes. And that's why we are in a unique position today, my friend, to end this reign of terror. So, feeling like painting the church today?"

"What about the monster?"

"Take my word for it. If you paint it, he will come."

"Okay. I'll get my things."

"In your own time. And I promise you, we'll be out of your hair by this time tomorrow."

Vincent paused before going into the other room.

"This is risky", the Doctor said.

"Riskier than normal?" Amy asked.

"Well, think about it. This is the middle of Vincent Van Gogh's greatest year of painting. If we're not careful, the net result of our pleasant little trip will be the brutal murder of the greatest artist who ever lived. Half the pictures on the wall of the Musée d'Orsay will disappear. And it will be our fault". The Doctor left to go check on Vincent and Amy and Elise followed him out into the front yard.

They heard yelling and the Doctor came out of Vincent's bedroom.

"What's happening?" Amy asked.

"We're leaving. Everyone knows he's a delicate man. Just months from now he'll, he'll take his own life", the Doctor said.

"Don't say that. Please," Amy told him.

They went back inside Vincent's home as they waited for Vincent.

When it became apparent that he would not being joining them, the Doctor sighed. "Come on. We have to do this on our own. Go to the church at the right time and hope the monster still turns up".

Vincent suddenly emerged from his room. "I'm ready. Let's go".

As they ventured down the road to the church, Elise walked at her father's side.

"I'm sorry you're so sad," Amy told Vincent.

"But I'm not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks, for months. But I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on, then so can Vincent Van Gogh."

"I'm not soldiering on. I'm fine."

"Oh, Amy. I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think."

Tears filled Elise's eyes as she remembered Rory. She'd barely gotten enough time to get to know him, but it still hurt.

"I'm not sad," Amy told him.

"They why are you crying?"

Amy wiped away a tear that she didn't remember falling from her eye.

"It's all right. I understand."

"I'm not sure I do."

"Okay. Okay!" the Doctor said, "So, now, we must have a plan. When the creature returns..."

"Then we shall fight him again!" Vincent said.

"Well, yes, tick. But last night we were lucky. Amy and Elise could have been killed. So this time, for a start, we have to make sure I can see him too." "And how are we meant to do that, suddenly?" Amy asked.

The Doctor tapped the box in his hand. "The answer's in this box. I had an excellent, if smelly, godmother. Speaking of which, Amy, would you like to be Elise's godmother?"

The tiny Timelord looked up at the redhead.

"Of course I would", Amy said.

Elise just wished Rory were here.

The group spotted a funeral procession coming down the road towards them.

"Oh no, it's that poor girl from the village", Vincent said.

The stepped to the side of the road as the coffin was carried past them, a bouquet of sunflowers atop it.

Sunflowers were quickly becoming Elise's favorite flower.

"You do have a plan, don't you?" Amy asked the Doctor.

"No. It's a thing. It's like a plan, but with more grayness."