Missy returned to her internal reverie soon after he had left for the med bay. Well it couldn't really be called a reverie- it wasn't peaceful, it was filled with horrible thoughts. Demons that fed on her soul and voices that wouldn't be silenced. When the Doctor had left, she'd wanted to go with him. She hadn't been lucid for most of the evening, but she knew that it was his voice that was keeping her from drifting away completely. She could feel herself falling downwards in the same way that she had done before- not that she remembered much from those periods of time. But she had remembered how the descents started, how she had been unable to move, on the Tardis' cold floor and- worst of all- the concerned glances the Doctor had always given her when she started to emerge from the madness. He had always made her promise,in those early days of feeling better, that she would come back to him, when the darkness returned. She could hear him now "not just when you've been suffering for months and reached breaking point" he would say "as soon as the very first dark thought arrives. I can help." Well this time around she had come as soon as she could. But maybe it wasn't soon enough. There were too many shadows and they were looming over her, waiting to feed on mind. She saw the needles, the drugs, the restraints every time she closed her eyes.

Missy forced her eyes open. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." she scolded her delinquent mind. "He'll be back in a minute. Just distract yourself until then." She dug her fingernails sharply into her upper thigh in an attempt to centre her mind. "Count his footsteps", she ordered herself, "one...two...three" and she continued that way for several minutes, digging her fingernails further into her thigh each time her mind started to drift. Then she heard the phone ring. Clara, she thought. Must be, who else would he answer the phone to so quickly? She's going to turn him against her. She'd be sent back to that tiny laboratory to be at the mercy of her captors. She imagined the conversation they were having "You don't really believe her, do you Doctor?" Clara would say, her voice laced with a mocking condescension. "It's all just a trick." Then the Doctor would side with Clara, "Of course, it's a trick" he would say, "anyway, she deserves this, without a doubt. Villainous psychopaths don't deserve compassion." Then they would whizz away, abandoning her on some dying planet. Yes, that was exactly how this was going to play out. She should never have come here, his far to preoccupied with his little pets these days to ever care about her. That was when she could no longer fight off the madness, it had descended and left her whimpering and alone in the dark. Again.

The door opened and she felt him enter the room, her eyes, however, stayed locked straight ahead. "Missy?" his voice broke the silence "sorry I was a bit longer than expected. I had a phone call. There's an emergency, we're going to have to drop by and pick up Clara and deal with a situation on Earth. I have to go and play my President of Planet Earth role again." She heard him, but didn't respond. Here, it came. The part where he told her he couldn't help her, she'd have to leave and he was going off with Clara. "I've told them you're my priority though, and I mean it." That gave her a small amount of hope. She hadn't been expecting that. It had been so long since he had prioritised her over anyone or anything else. "Really?" she croaked, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes, really. You're tired, love, let me give you something to sleep. That way you can rest and I can deal with some morons. I'll check you over later." She nodded. Normally, she would have protested and want to be a part of whatever action was going on. In this case, though, she really was tired and didn't want to be seen by the humans that normally feared her when she was like this. A long, sedated sleep really did sound blissful. Although, something dawned on her and she tentatively asked "Is it a needle, though." He had already started filling the syringe, when he turned and said softly "yes, but its me administering it. Look at me and hold my hand, it'll be over before you know it. You're going to fall asleep almost immediately." She tried to be brave, she really did, but she couldn't stop herself from crying and retreating from him as the fluid entered her veins. She felt the warm liquid tingling through her body. It started to make her limbs and eye lids heavy. She felt the Doctor's hand stroking her hair out of her eyes and forehead, "shh, shh come on now close your eyes. It'll be okay, I'll be here when you wake up." She struggled a bit more against it but eventually let herself fall asleep.