Drusilla (1860 version)

There on the steps of the church stood a group of people -- two adults and three young girls. The oldest seemed to be in her early twenties; while the two younger girls looked like teenagers. One teenager was dark-haired; the other was blonde. The oldest girl was a brunette who was dressed all in black and looked much than a little like the Lady in Red.

Future Rose Tyler ran up to the oldest girl and said, "Oh, Princess. I'm so glad to see you here. I thought you weren't able to come with us but you managed to come here after all."

"Please excuse me," said the oldest girl, "but do I know you? And why did you call me Princess? I'm not a princess."

"Of course you are, Princess," said future Rose. "You gave yourself that name as I recall. Anyway, I'm Rose. Surely you haven't forgotten me already."

"That's not her, Rose!" exclaimed Marcie as she ran up to the church stairs and stopped just behind future Rose.

"Of course, it's her," said future Rose. "I'd recognize my Mistress anyway."

"I thought Clara was your Mistress," said Marcie.

"Well, yes, she was, but now Princess is my Mistress," said future Rose.

"Mistress?" asked the brunette who was dressed in black. "Are you a servant?"

"You don't know?" asked Rose. "You're the one who asked me to come here in the first place. Only back then you were dressed in red and now you're dressed in black. I guess you wanted to change your dress while me and Marcie were gone."

"Drusilla," said one of the adults, a grey-haired gentleman who was dressed very conservatively, "who exactly is this woman and how does she know you?"

"I don't know, Uncle," said the woman called Drusilla. "I've never seen her before in my life."

Future Rose just stared.

"How can you say that, Princess?" asked future Rose. "We've known each other for about a year."

Then a thought occurred to future Rose.

"I know how to make you remember me," said future Rose.

And with that, future Rose immediately started undoing her dress.

"Damnit, Rose!" cried Marcie. "No! I forbid it! Stop that! Don't take off your dress!"

But Rose just ignored Marcie and proceeded to step out of her dress, only to immediately start taking off her underwear.

Of course, thought Marcie. She's not listening to me because she thinks this is what her Mistress wants. And I'm not her Mistress.

In the meantime, Drusilla -- the 1860 version of Drusilla and not the version Marcie knew as the Empress -- just stared wide-eyed as future Rose continued to strip in front of her.

"Now do you recognize me?" asked future Rose when she was finally naked.

Drusilla just blushed and immediately ran back into the church, followed by the people who were obviously her uncle, her mother and her two sisters.

A naked future Rose just stared after them with a puzzled look on her face.

Oh, jeez, thought Marcie. It looks like I'm going to have to go in after them. But first...

Marcie immediately slapped future Rose on the nose and shouted, "Bad, Rose, bad! Now put your clothes back on!"

Then Marcie noticed future Rose staring at something behind her and turned her head in time to see a whole crowd of people staring at both her and naked future Rose.

"Oh, go mind your own business!" shouted Marcie.

Then Marcie ran into the church to see if she could catch up with Drusilla.