The smoke of the unfortunate flyer retreated slowly, revealing the gaze of a rather disturbed, bewildered girl. Cyber-Bill was already standing outside with the Doctor on the arms, while Nardole, Missy, and the Master loosened themselves from an unsightly dislocation.
"I hope the hand on my backside is just pure imagination, light bulb," Missy warned the disgusted Nardole, who yielded both arms upwards. "Okay, it's much worse ..."
Missy twitched her teeth to her former self, who grinned from one ear to the other.
"I should have known," she sighed.
"I'll keep your mind," the Master breathed, helping his future regeneration gently on her feet, after he had quickly rushed up.
"I've always been the next one myself," the Master gestured a bow, and Missy knotted flirtatiously.
"Glorious to let this fantasy finally live, what?" She said lightly, and the Master raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Was that just an invitation?"
"Of course not," Missy snapped, reaching for her umbrella. "Come on, HumptyDumpty!"
Nardole wriggled quickly behind Missy from the plane and joined Cyber-Bill. Meanwhile several people had appeared behind the girl.
"Good day, ordinary farmers," Missy said, as if she was afraid no one could understand her. She tackled an impassed smile in the face and knocked Cyber-Bill with the umbrellan on the head. "Tragic recycling, right?"
"Who are you?" One of the farmers cried, and Missy walked toward the armed pack.
"Who we are is nothing to the point," she cried enthusiastically and whirled around. "We have two injured, a strolling egg and a splitted personality."
"Hey!" Nardole sneered, but Missy didn't notice him.
"Sounds like a problem, Madam," one of the men said, dropping the gun.
"In fact," Missy nodded, pointing to the Doctor. "We have to supply him."
"What about ... with ..." the farmer stuttered and pressed the girl closer to him.
"The tin box?" Missy asked. "Oh, she's safe. My word of honor! "
"Your honor?" Hissed the Master, who had come out of the plane. "What is this, a rescue mission?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Missy tilted her head slightly.
"Thousands!", it blurted out of his mouth and Missy rolled her eyes.
"Then you have enough time to share your ideas with me in the next few days!" Missy waved Nardole and Bill behind her and followed the skeptical countrymen along a sandy path.
The Master stood at the plane furiously, kicking a few loose stones through the area.
"Women!" He complained. "And then I! Who has actually decided that she is the boss? "
"Stop bitching!" Missy shouted over his shoulder. "If I have the say, you have it automatically. Switch on your brain, or I will force you to regenerate! "
Grumbling, the Master moved and shook his head. After a few steps, however, he had to smile and glanced at the swinging hips of his future self.
His rather desirable future self.