A/N: in short - check a fan fic spot for the fanfic in my profile
1 year later (5 minutes later for Master and Missy)
"Midnight, again." Master announced.
"Well, it's much less crowned." Missy looked at spacious corridors. "I like cleaning droids, much more useful than mere human, but it's a resort planet and there should be more organic souls than them! Company of Judoon is better than this!"
"I hope that the receptionist will have a good explanation, if not – he would regret that he was ever born."
"Doubt it."
"Why so?"
"He is also a robot."
In the end, their reservation was still valid and rooms were prepared. As for the haunted decor, the droid explained that the season started in a few days and the Leisure Place would be soon full of vacationers.
"Yes, but can you elaborate?" Master asked.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I am not allowed to provide more details, as it is against policy 780-0-A regarding ..."
"For the bloody *&^$#*#%! %&**&^&% :-(!"
"Can you repeat, sir? I am afraid that my programming does not include the recent modern language."
"I forgot that I can do like that." the time lady commented to herself. "At last something interesting."
"What's wrong with wishing for a simple holidays!?"
Master yelped, when Missy suddenly pushed him to the first terminal booth.
"You were wasting time." she stated, while pointing her umbrella at the machine. "If you need information - find the boss, not an ordinary employee, darling."
"You were just faster than me." Master grumbled. "I'd do the same."
According to the central computer, most of quests indeed would arrive in next three days. Moreover, the hotel was often empty at every Moon-Saturnian. No accidents. No strange events. And the information about the a broken shuttle from last year vanished.
"I don't like it." Missy told him.
"Nor do it. Are we going back?"
"Absolutely."
"I'll pick next location." Master volunteered, when they were few steps from the Tardis.
"I agree as long as it'll be a circus planet."
"SPA planet, circus planet, are you inventing them or are they really exist?" Master asked half amused, half annoyed.
"Because I'd like to avoid ones with exotic female dancers."
"For you darling, I can find a planet with exotic male dancers."
Missy giggled and almost walked in a familiar hostess.
"It's you."
"Please, wait!" the lady pleaded.
"A miracle, someone is leaving here." Master commented with fake excitement.
"I'm not ..."
"Don't care. Don't want to know. Missy, let's go ... what the hell!? She just went through you."
"A hologram?" she asked checking all her body parts.
"Not exactly." Master took out his laser screwdriver. "No material form, only small traces of energy. Almost like a ghost."
"Ghosts do not exist."
"Mr. Master, Ms. Missy, please let me explain..."
"How do you know our names?"
"My names is Rakie Alaya. I was told that you had a time machine and you'd be here on this day."
"Your mouth is moving, but nothing sensible comes out." Missy interjected. "Start again!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you more."
"Listen lady, do you have any idea to whom you are speaking to?" Master stepped forward. "With or without human body, I could make you scream for ages."
"You must go back and find me again." Rakie continued unfazed, then she said something what both time lords hadn't heard for a long time. "Thank you."
And she vanished.
A/N: Hostess' name - well, I just took the name of the actress and modified it slightly