"No no no!" The Doctor yelled to his ship, flying around the control panel. "Come on, come on! Work with me here!" He pleaded, snapping down another switch. Above him the lights of the center column flashed as he whirled through time and space. The ship tossed and turned, throwing the Time Lord around like a ragdoll.

With a sudden jolt of the Tardis, the Doctor was thrown nearly off his feet, his instinct making him reach out and grab onto another lever, pulling it down. "Oh for crying…" The Doctor was unable to finish his sentence before being thrown down to the ground.

All went silent.

From his position sprawled out on the grated floor, the Doctor listened intently. It was calm, the ship had stopped. He had landed, but where? Getting to his feet and dusting off his clothing, the dark haired Doctor regained his senses. As he went to examine the settings, a thump against the outside wall startled him.

"Well, nothing to lose," he muttered to himself, walking briskly over to the door. Opening it and sticking his head out, he learned one thing for certain.

This wasn't London, his original destination.

"Oy, you there," he spoke to the girl now leaning up against the Tardis. "You mind not leaning against my box?"

"Your box?" Different accent. That confirmed it. "How can this be your box? It's on a street corner."

"It's my box," he replied again. "Mine."

"Well fine!" The dusty brown haired girl shot back. "Then it's on my street corner. If it's your box, then remove it!"

"Fine then, I will!" She rolled her blue eyes as he slammed the door.

"Wait, what do you mean your street corner?" The Doctor asked, coming back out of the police box. "Do you actually own this piece of land?"

The look she shot back was one of 'you've got to be kidding me,' but she shrugged. "It's my corner. I don't own it in terms of money. If you own something by that, then I really don't have anything. This is however my territory. I work this corner."

"All right then." With a slam, he returned back to the box. "Hey wait, this may sound daft but where am I?" He asked, poking his head out the door once again.

"Calgary." She answered simply. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"Indeed I'm not!" He answered, about to shut the door for the third time but stopped as she replied.

"Yeah, you've got a funny accent, so I figured as much."

He closed the door, but remained outside and turned to her. "Funny accent? I don't have an accent. You, missy, are the one with the accent."

She paled. "How do you know my name?"

That was her name? "I… have my ways," He told her simply crossing his arms. "I don't however know your last name."

The wild haired girl laughed bitterly. "I haven't got one. I'm nothing."

Now it was his turn to scoff. "Nonsense. I've been a lot of places, met a lot of people, so you are not nothing. By the way, this is Earth, isn't it?"

"You must do more then I do," Missy muttered, walking past him.

"Do more what?" He asked, bewildered. "It's a legitimate question!"

"Where else would you be?" She asked sarcastically, throwing her arms up. "Mars?"

He nodded with a half shrug. "I've landed there before too."

"You are strange, and believe me I've met a lot of weirdos," Missy told him, accentuating her sentence by pointing her finger at him.

"You're the one who works a street corner," he replied simply. "What does that mean anyways? I mean, are there buttons to press? Or…" The Doctor stopped, noticing her attire for the first time. Her lavender shirt was low cut with the sleeves of the t-shirt falling off her shoulders, and the green skirt she wore had a slit that if it had gone any farther would have made it a strip of fabric just buttoned around her waist. Her makeup was dark, and bright. "Oh."

"Now you get it," she crossed her arms.

His brow furrowed. "What's a pretty girl like you doing something like this?"

She shook her head. "This pretty girl has nothing. No home, no parents, no friends. She does have a man who runs her life however. A man who she owes money to."

"You're trapped." He surmised.

"Basically, yeah. I don't need pity however," Missy assured him, leaning back against the Tardis once more.

"Don't lean on my box," The Doctor told her once again, and she stood up. "Come with me. You can be free of all of this."

"You're kidding, right? Listen, you may be crazy but you mean well I'm sure so I'll set you straight. There is no freedom from a life like this. He will find me anywhere I go." The Doctor laughed at this. "It's not funny!"

"But it is," He grinned. "Because I can take you anywhere, and I promise that stupid ape won't find you. Come on," he beckoned her to follow as he opened the Tardis door and walked in.

"Into your box?" She raised an eyebrow. "I've seen weirder. Okay sure, but it'll cost you."

Turns out, she had never seen anything like this.