Future Rose finds a new role

"What the hell was that?" asked present Clara of the mysterious hooded figure known as the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. "Is that the type of thing I have to look forward in the future? I mean I always knew Missy was a bit cold-blooded but still."

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come said nothing.

Present Clara glanced at her naked companion and noticed that present Rose Tyler seemed to be a bit pale as well. Worse yet, there was an odd expression that looked like -- what? -- pity? Present Rose Tyler was pitying her?

Oh, the heck with it, present Clara thought. Whatever will be, will be. There's no way I'm asking the spirit if it was showing me scenes of what will be or what might be because I already know the answer to that question.

Instead she turned toward the spirit again and said, "Now show me what happens to future Rose."

The scene blurred and then suddenly turned into the interior of future Clara's TARDIS.

A naked future Rose was on all fours, having her ears scratched by the mysterious lady in red and apparently enjoying the experience very much.

"Want a jelly baby, Rose?" asked the lady in red.

Future Rose nodded.

"Very well," said the lady in red. "Sit up."

Future Rose proceeded to sit up.

"Now beg," said the lady in red.

Future Rose held up her arms in the classic begging position that pet dogs have been using for centuries.

"What a good girl!" cried the lady in red.

And with that, she fed future Rose a jelly belly.

Present Clara just looked in present Rose's direction and raised an eyebrow. Present Rose just looked back at her and shrugged.

The lady in red then picked up a small rubber ball and threw it a few feet away.

"Go fetch!" she cried and a naked present Rose got on all fours and proceeded to do just that.

Then the blonde woman in the Lara Croft outfit came into view and asked, "You know you're treating her like a pet, right?"

"That's because she is a pet," said the lady in red. "And my Rose is the nicest pet a lady like me could want. Especially since she hasn't died on me yet."

"But still you might not want to get too attached to her, Granddaughter," said the blonde woman. "After all, she is only human and you're immortal. So sooner or later..."

"But she is so adorable, Grandmother," said the lady in red. "I just want to keep her with me forever if I could. And hey, I could do that. I could do that right now."

At that moment, an unseen someone cleared her throat.

"Ahem!" cried a voice out of nowhere. "Agent Marcie reporting for duty, Empress."

"Empress?" asked the blonde woman.

"Why not?" asked the lady in red.

Then the lady in red turned toward Marcie. "So glad you're here, Marcie. How would you like to be visible again?"

"Really?" asked Marcie. "Can you do that?"

The lady in red glanced at the typewriter before her and said, "Hey, I can do anything."

"Well, to tell the truth, I've kinda gotten used to being invisible," said Marcie.

"And there's nothing I could do to change your mind about that?" asked the lady in red. "Even..."

At this point, the lady in red whispered something into what looked like thin air.

Then Marcie cried, "Cool!"

The lady in red pulled a sheet of paper out of the typewriter, put in a fresh blank sheet and proceeded to type a few words.

Instantly a dark-haired woman appeared in the place where Marcie's voice had been coming from. A woman who appeared to be wearing a cheerleader's uniform that consisted of a yellow top and a red skirt.

"Mega-cool!" cried Marcie. "Now I get to be her."

"There should be some extra clothes for you in one of the back rooms," said the lady in red. "If not, you can borrow some of Rose's. After all, you're going to have to dress more formally if you're to be my ambassadoress, so to speak."

The dark-haired cheerleader ran off to one of the back rooms of the TARDIS while the blonde woman who was not Rose just stared at the lady in red.

"You turned Marcie into the Slayer?" the blonde asked.

"No," said the lady in red. "Not the Slayer. The Slayer's friend. What's her name? Cornelia."

"I think you mean Cordelia," said the blonde.

"Whatever," said the lady in red. "Anyway, Marcie's done good work for me. So she deserves to be rewarded."

"So when are you going to reward me?" asked the blonde. "I've done good work for you too."

"That's right, Grandmother," said the lady in red with an enigmatic expression on her face. "You have. You made it possible for me to never see my mother and my sisters again. I really need to reward you for that some day."

At this point, the lady in red's eyes went vacant and the blonde woman became even more pale than usual.

"Fortunately for you, that day is not today," said the lady in red. "Now if you'll excuse me for a bit, I would like to scratch Rose's belly. Preferably without an audience."