Laying in bed, Missy tried counting to ten. She felt nauseous and could feel the sickness rising up her insides. She had to suppress it though, she couldn't remember where the bathroom was and anyway she suspected that it had moved since she was last in the Tardis. So much else had changed, it made sense that the layout would have done too. She didn't want to wake the Doctor up, feeling guilty for all the times during the night that she had woken him up with her tossing and turning. It was no use, her deep breathing and steady counting was not stopping the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Was this the morning sickness Clara had been talking about? Scouring the room with her icy blue eyes, Missy willed herself to find something suitable in lieu of a toilet. Settling on the bowler hat resting on the back the door, she made a bolt for it, emptying the contents of her stomach. It's a good thing they were going shopping today, she owed the Doctor a new hat.
Leaning back against the foot of the bed, Missy allowed a sigh to fall from her lips as she mopped the sweat from her forehead. How had she forgotten that her last few days in captivity had started in much the same way. Time Lord technology, she guessed. Taking a few more deep breaths, she allowed mind to wander. Okay. Try and stay relatively sane today. No getting trapped in your mind. No selective mutism. No jumpiness. You're the Queen of Evil, now bloody well act like it.
After making an uneasy truce with her mind, Missy went about standing on her unsteady legs. Leaving the sick-filled bowler hat where it was, she made her way back to the bed. She was no longer tired, but thought she may as well go and lay down until the Doctor and Clara woke up. Turning around, however, she found the Doctor looking her up and down from underneath his caterpillar-esque eyebrows. Clearing her throat with a cough she set about on damage control, "how long have you been awake?" she enquired, hoping he hadn't heard her retching, "long enough to see you ruin my bowler hat. How are you feeling now?" She'd been busted and she felt a redness rising in her cheeks. "Sorry, I couldn't find the bathroom and I'd woken you up enough in the night so I wanted to let you sleep." He laughed, "now you choose to be considerate? I'd rather you'd have woken me up than ruin my hat." She looked back down at the hat, it wasn't a particularly nice hat, but she still felt guilty, "I'm sorry about that. I had to improvise, I'll get you a new one when we go shopping." He smiled at her, "don't apologise to me, that was Charlie Chaplin's hat. It's okay though, he owes me anyway." She didn't feel as guilty anymore, humans were annoying her even more than usual today. "I retract my apology in that case. Humans aren't in my good books today. The Doctor sighed, "I'll be sure to warn Clara. You never answered, how are you feeling?" Crawling back under the duvet and wrapping the Doctor's arm around her, Missy inhaled deeply "better now. I think that's what they call morning sickness. I remember now having it for the last few mornings. I'm starting to remember more now. I think they wiped parts of my memory before sending me here." The Doctor had been nodding as he listened, "I wonder if there's anything that could help ease the symptoms? We'll have a look today. That would make sense. Please talk to me if you start remembering more things and need to talk it out." She took it in and just nodded.
"So, where are we going to go today?" He ran his fingers through her hair, finding them catching in her curls. She never should have had long hair. This was half the reason she always tied it up, so long and curly and inconvenient. "There's that market on Vestuvia that I like. In the 31st century. Lots of independent stalls and coffee shops. I think you'll like it. So will Clara. "Mhmm" Missy offered, "sounds good to me." A few more moments passed and Missy broke the silence, "Doctor, you know that you said I could talk to you?" "yes, about anything at anytime." There was a long silence, "is there something you wanted to talk about, Missy?" She wanted to tell him she was scared, really scared now that she had started to remember more about her imprisonment. She couldn't, though. She'd already been too weak and she'd promised herself she'd be strong today. Closing her eyes and pulling his arm tighter around her explaining, "no, not right now I just wanted to check that you really meant it. Let's have a nice day today, yeah?" He sighed, knowing she wasn't telling the truth but accepting that she would talk to him in her own time. "We're going to have a great day. How long has it been since we last had a day out for fun? No plotting or scheming, just fun." She smiled, watching as he got out of bed and made his way over to the sick-laden bowler hat. "An eternity. Well feels like it anyway" she replied, before following him out of bed. "Give me that, I'll clean it up." she demanded, pointing at the bowler hat reminding her of her earlier embarrassment. "Don't be ridiculous, it might set you off again and neither of us want that" he laughed walking towards the door. "Come on, I'll show you around this new layout, so that this," he motioned to the offending hat, "doesn't happen again. Then we'll go and see if Clara's up. It's still early, you know what those humans are like with their lengthy sleeping habits."