Missy, future Clara and the others make a detour

Present Clara wasn't sure how to react to what she had yet seen. And it seemed obvious by the confused expression on present Rose's face that she was having the same problem.

So she just turned toward the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come and said, "Okay. You might as well show me the next scene."

And with that, the scene before her shifted to the interior of what appeared to be Missy's TARDIS.

"Why did you have to bring that disgusting creature with you?" asked Missy.

"Hey, don't talk about Amy like that," said the redhead. "After all, she's my -- er -- pet and anyway, she's in a cage."

"I don't think she's talking about the rat," said the dark blonde girl who was standing besides the redhead. "I think she means me."

"Well, don't talk about Tara like that either," said the redhead. "Not if you want my help."

"I think she's just mad because I refused to get undressed like her familiar over there," said the woman whom the redhead had called Tara.

"Hey, for the umpteenth time, I am not a familiar," said future Clara, still trying futilely to cover her nakedness from the view of all the humans in Missy's TARDIS. "I'm just as human as you all are."

"Even the Slayer?" asked Tara. "Because inside her there's a --"

"For the umpteenth time, Tara, no discussing secrets in front of the strangers," said the man whom the others called Giles. "After all, I'd doubt you'd much like it if others went around implying that you were less than human."

For some reason, that remark made Tara silent.

"Oh my Goddess," she said to herself. "I forgot."

Then she turned toward the other blonde girl in the TARDIS. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I forgot myself. You see, back home my family used to tell me --"

"So how are we supposed to find this mysterious lady in red if you don't know where she is?" asked Buffy while at the same time making a gesture toward Tara that basically said, "Forget about it. We're cool."

"Well, according to your companion Giles," said Missy, "the last time our mysterious lady friend was sighted was South America. Specifically Brazil. So I thought --"

"Oh, look!" cried the dark-haired guy. "We're stopping."

"Already?" asked future Clara. "That was quick."

"It's a time machine," said Missy. "Of course it was quick. Now all we have to do is get out and start doing -- What?"

The door of Missy's TARDIS opened upon a desert landscape. A landscape that to Missy's and future Clara's eyes looked all too familiar.

"That doesn't look like Brazil," said the redhead. "Unless of course, global warming kicked in big time while we were on the way here."

"That's because it's not Brazil," said future Clara. "We've been redirected -- by you-know-who."

"Well, if it isn't Brazil, then what is it?" asked the girl whom Tara called Buffy.

Missy and future Clara answered together, "Skaro."