The other Rose goes a-traveling

"Sit!" cried Amy Madison as she watched the naked blonde before her obey her command. "Stand. Kneel. Twirl. Bend over. Play de --"

"Amy!" exclaimed Tara. "I thought I told you to stop playing with Rose like that."

"I can't help it, Tara," said Amy. "She's just so cute. I wish I could just wrap her up and take her home with me."

"Well, you can't," said present Clara Oswald as she watched the two witches talking together in the TARDIS that she and present Rose had stolen. "She's mine."

"She's yours?" asked Amy. "What does that mean?"

"Clara is my Mistress," said present Rose.

"Then what am I?" asked Amy.

"You're my Mistress, too, I guess," said present Rose.

"Cool!" exclaimed Amy.

"She is not your Mistress," said present Clara.

"Right," said present Rose. "Tara is my Mistress."

"Wait a minute," said present Clara. "You just said I was your Mistress."

"That's right," said present Rose.

"Well, we both can't be your Mistress," said present Clara.

"Why not?" asked present Rose.

"Yes, why not?" asked Amy. "It's not like we're evil witches. Well, at least Tara isn't. I prefer to think of myself of being good-bad but not evil."

"Because you just can't," said present Clara to Rose.

Then present Clara turned toward Tara and said, "By the way, how's that locator spell coming?"

Tara said, "It's coming along just fine, Clara. Only there seems to be some kind of interference. It's almost as if the people we were seeking were inside some sort of ship or something."

"Well, keep trying," said present Clara. "We have to find them."

"So what do we do in the meantime?" asked present Rose.

"I know what we can do," said Amy.

"No, Amy!" cried Tara. "No more playing with Rose."

"Awww, please?" asked Amy.

"No," said Tara.

"Hey, I know something else I can do," said Amy.

She whispered a quick chant, then pointed her fingers in Tara's direction.

"There," said Amy. "I just made you bulletproof."

"Would have been nice if you had asked my permission before doing that," said Tara.

"Why?" asked Amy. "I cast the same spell on myself about a week before I turned into a rat and it didn't harm me. Of course, if I had known what was going to happen, I would have concentrated far more on finding a spell to make me fireproof but still --"

"Wait a minute," said Tara. "Why did you bother to make yourself bulletproof?"

"Why not?" asked Amy.

"No, seriously," said Tara. "Why did you bother --"

"Hey, Rose!" cried Amy. "Do you want me to make you bulletproof too?"

"No, thanks," said present Rose. "I'm already immortal."

"Don't tell them that!" cried present Clara.

"Tell us what?" asked Tara.

"What do you mean, you're immortal?" asked Amy.

"Clara and I can't die," said present Rose. "We took a sip of the elixir of life so that we won't age and --"

"Oh, good one, Rose," said Amy. "You really got me with that one. Now pull the other one, it's got bells on."

"Yes, everyone knows that there is no such thing as the elixir of life," said Tara.

"And everyone knows there's no such thing as witches," said present Rose. "And yet --"

"Don't argue with them, Rose," said present Clara. "Let them believe what they want to believe. By the way, does this bulletproof spell of yours really work, Amy?"

"Good question," said Amy. "Let's go find a gun and find out."

"Amy!" cried Tara.