Missy gets a visitor

"Well, that was a nice thing for Missy to do," said present Rose, still naked and still watching the scene before her with present Clara.

"No, it wasn't," said present Clara. "Missy doesn't do nice."

"But she helped that girl turn back into a human again," said present Rose. "That was a very thoughtful thing for her to do."

"No, it wasn't," said present Clara. "Missy wasn't doing that to be thoughtful. Missy was doing that because -- Oh, be quiet, Rose."

Then present Clara turned toward the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come -- for some reason, she kept wanting to call him the Spirit of Clara Yet to Come but she didn't -- and said, "Okay, you got Rose and me curious. You might as well show us the rest of the scene before we switch back to future Rose."

Once again the scene shifted to a view of Missy's TARDIS.

The naked girl with the strawberry blonde hair -- the one the others called Amy -- was saying thank you to Missy and then asked her if she would get her some clothes to wear.

Missy just ignored the question and turned away.

"I think I know where some clothes are," said the girl called Tara. "I thought I saw some clothes in one of the back rooms when I went in search of a bathroom. Follow me and I'll show you."

"Who said you could go back there?" asked Missy.

"Nobody," said Tara. "But I figured I had to go some place and I certainly wasn't about to do it here on the floor."

"Well, don't go back there again without my permission," said Missy.

"Whatever," said Tara.

And with that, she and Amy walked away in search of clothing.

"Humans these days," said Missy with a sniff. "In the old days she would have at least had the decency to tug at her forelock when addressing me like that."

"These aren't the old days," said the light blonde girl who was not Tara. "And quite frankly, I'm glad Tara has the guts to stand up for herself."

"And yet if I were to turn her into a rat in return for her insolence," asked Missy, "you would what, Slayer? Think very bad thoughts about me? Throw a hissy fit? Cry?"

"Hey, lady," said the dark-haired guy. "Back off a bit. You came to us for help, not vice versa. And quite frankly, you're going to need us if you're going up against --"

At this point, the man named Giles cleared his throat. "That will be enough, Xander. I'm sure that Missy has got the point."

Just then there was a knock on the door of the TARDIS.

"I wonder who that could be," said future Clara.

"Well, answer the door and find out," said Missy.

"But suppose it's --" future Clara started to say.

"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't but it's better to find out for sure either way," said Missy. "Now open the door, Clara."

"All right already," said the woman called the Slayer. "I'll open the door."

She opened it and there on the other side of the door stood a red-headed woman who wore a brown cape and red spike heels.

"Hello," she said, "My name is Darla."

"That's funny," said the Slayer. "You don't look like a Darla."

"Well, actually I have just escaped from a Dalek prison camp," said the woman. "I saw your vessel and came here looking for help. You see, my daughter Hannah is still --"

"Shut the door!" exclaimed Missy.

"What?" asked the Slayer.

"Shut the door!" exclaimed Missy.

"What do you mean, 'shut the door'?" asked the Slayer. "This poor woman sounds like she needs our help."

"Shut the door now," said Missy.

"But if she just escaped from a Dalek prison camp and the Daleks are your enemies..." the Slayer started to say.

"No one ever escapes from a Dalek prison camp," said Missy, speaking slowly and precisely as if she were talking to a child. "Let alone a mere human. So if she's here, that means she's been turned. Now shut the damn door!"

The Slayer tried to do that but the red-headed woman blocked the door with her arm.

"Not so fast," the redheaded woman said. "Davros wants to see you. All of you."