What happens next?

Missy's Epilogue

When Missy awoke, she was no longer a rat. She was -- to her relief -- back in human -- okay, humanoid -- form.

Unfortunately, she was also almost naked. The only thing she wore was an iron collar and chains that bound both her arms and her legs. Missy looked around and saw no other signs of clothing anywhere around. However, she did see that she appeared to be on an auction block -- and judging from the words in Latin that were echoing around her, she was the one being bid on!

She looked around for her laser screwdriver but of course, it wasn't there. Nor did she expect her TARDIS to be anywhere in the immediate vicinity. The humans who had placed her here might have been less than clever but they were not likely to be that stupid.

That's it, thought Missy. I'm condemned to be a Roman ****.

And if she remembered her previous experiences with the Romans all right, the Romans were very good at making sure that their slaves stayed slaves. And did not escape -- EVER!

Okay, thought Missy. So I'm screwed. For now at least.

Then again, she had faced worse odds than this before. And while things seemed hopeless now, Missy was quite sure that she could manage to change that. In time.

And right now that was her number one advantage -- time.

That and her ability to thrive on a challenge...