#missystarter

It had been a tiny miscalculation. A small mistake, but the Time Lady wasn't a fool looking for excuses. She knew it was her fault, and she wasn't trying to justify it.

No, the current emergency was to leave the humid cell she had been locked in for a few days now.

Missy was resourceful. Howewer, without any of her devices and tools, with her hand handcuffed behind her back by particularly strong bonds, and the bizarre air inside the room making her dizzy, she hadn't figured a way out yet.

She would.

She definitively would.

The noise of the heavy doors being opened startled her as she was attempting to pick the lock of her handcuffs. The Time Lady stood up, leaning against the nearby wall and watched warily the silhouette stepping in her cell.

It could have been worse.

It could have been better, yes.

But it could have been definitively been worse, considering she had almost lost her TARDIS - and her life, in the explosion of the planet. Cryria UE4B wasn't anymore, and so had been exterminated the tiny and primitive forms of life which it contained.

She hadn't purposely blown the planet up, not that she minded it, but apparently stealing the Poweine gemstone caused the entire ecosystem to collapse.

She barely could rush in TARDIS and pull the levers before the energy of the explosion reached her ship, merely instants before it disappeared in times.

It had been fun.

That's what Missy thought before losing consciousness. Bodies are odd, and hitting your head on the dashboard tends to have this side effect.

When the Time Lady opened her eyes again, the TARDIS was plunged in a heavy darkness. From the absence of lights, she assumed it had been damaged from the crash landing.

Oh, no. Not again. She had repaired it only a few weeks ago, and with how rushed the escape had been, she had no idea where and when she had landed.

With annoyance, she stood up, her right hand hovering above her forehead. Despite the pain throbbing in her temples, she reacted quickly when a familiar noise came from behind the door. It was a sonic.

"What are you staring at?" The Time Lady asked sleepily. Her lips stretched in a small grin, but she quickly hid the expression with a pout. "Oh, don't be so prudish. My scalp hurt when my hair is pinned up all day long. I didn't imagine you would be so shocked to see a few curls."