Future Rose gets a visitor

"Okay," said present Clara to the mysterious figure who was the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. "That was interesting. But what was up with that technical glitch?"

The Ghost of Christmas Yet just shrugged.

"Oh, right," said present Clara. "You were talkative before but now you're back to doing Clint Eastwood impressions again."

"Actually Clint Eastwood was a bit more talkative in his movies than the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come has been," said present Rose, still naked and still covering herself. "And the Ghost himself has been pretty silent for quite a while."

"Oh, shut up, Rose," said present Clara. "And just for that, I want you to do twenty jumping jacks with your hands held over your head. Starting now."

Present Rose shrugged and started doing so.

"And when you're done," said present Clara, "I want you to turn around so that you're facing away from me. Then start touching your toes."

Again present Rose shrugged -- or at least she tried to.

"Now show me where future me and Missy go next," said present Clara.

"Wait a minute!" cried present Rose. "Show me me. I want to see what I'm doing at this time."

"Damn it, Rose!" cried present Clara. "The Ghost is supposed to be obeying me. He's not going to be showing me you."

"Why not?" asked present Rose. "I thought you liked looking at me."

"I do but now is not the time for that," said present Clara.

Then she turned to the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come and said, "Now show me what's up -- What the hell is that?"

In the vision the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come was presenting, the mysterious lady in red was lying down in her chair in front of the magic typewriter while a naked future Rose sat at her feet sipping a cup of tea.

Every so often, the lady in red would reach down and start stroking future Rose's hair in such a way that present Clara was reminded of the way certain friends at school would pet their dogs.

Then there was a knock on the door of the TARDIS.

"Rose, be a dear and please answer the door," said the lady in red.

"But I haven't finished my tea," said future Rose.

"You can finish it later," said the lady in red. "Marcie's not here right now so you might as well open the door."

"Oh... all right," said future Rose, **** to abandon her tea.

Future Rose walked over to the door of the TARDIS and opened it. On the other side was a short blonde girl dressed in a brown outfit that consisted of shorts and a bikini top.

"Who are you supposed to be?" asked future Rose. "Lara Croft?"

"Actually I'm supposed to be Rita Bennett," said the blonde. "But you can call me... Oh, it doesn't matter what you call me. You're just the help."

The lady in red turned when she heard the voice at the door and cried out, "Grandmother! I'm so glad you came."

"Grandmother?" asked future Rose. "She doesn't look like a grandmother."

"It's a nickname, Lady Godiva," said the woman who called herself Rita Bennett. "May I come in?"

"Lady Godiva?" asked future Rose. "My name isn't Lady --"

"Oh, do let her in, Rose," said the lady in red. "I was so hoping that she'd show up."

"Er, of course," said future Rose.

She turned toward the blonde and said, "Come on in."

The blonde just smiled. "Aren't you going to say, 'Enter freely and of your own free will!'?"

Future Rose frowned. "Do I have to?"

"Hey, it's a tradition," said the blonde.

"And because of our traditions," said the lady in red, "every one of us knows who she is and what God expects her to do."

At this point, both the blonde and the lady in red laughed.

Future Rose just shrugged and said, "That's funny. You don't look Jewish."

"Oh, we aren't," said the blonde. "We definitely aren't."

"Oookay," said future Rose. "Have it your way. Enter freely and of your own free will."

"Thank you," said the blonde.

And with that, she casually sauntered into the TARDIS.