Lucy stared at Charlotte's lifeless body as though transfixed. She wanted to look away but couldn't until she felt a hand pull her up from the ground. The Mistress looked confused. Lucy quickly tried to regain her composure and looked at the wreckage around them. The ships had destroyed some of the building, but the webbing had stabilized many of the others. The Pseudici had sprung upon the ships, encasing them in webbing. Shouts and gunfire emanated from the ships.

Lucy winced before feeling something touching her leg; D'Artagnan leaned against her trembling. Picking him up, Lucy turned to The Mistress to see her watching the chaos below with enjoyment. The look of The Mistress' face made Lucy hesitate, and it took Lucy a few moments to regroup and regain her courage.

"We should probably leave now," Lucy said quietly and touched The Mistress' shoulder. With a sudden jerk of the shoulder, The Mistress' eyes went wide as she turned to Lucy. She regained her composure and replied, "Yes… That would be wise."

Lucy looked to Charlotte's assistant. The assistant's head was down, and her shoulders slumped in mourning. Quietly closing the door of the TARDIS behind her, Lucy stepped inside. The Mistress was already inputting the coordinates into the TARDIS, and as the TARDIS disappeared from the Pseudici planet, Lucy let out a sigh of relief. She tried to calm D'Artagnan. It was shaking in fear although Lucy had no idea how she could tell.

As they landed back on Earth in one piece, Lucy noticed that The Mistress also looked relieved as well and looked at her curiously. The Mistress noticed and smoothed down her hair nonchalantly. Flipping a few switches, she changed the outside of the TARDIS to look like a hut.

"No," Lucy said causing The Mistress to look at her inquiringly. "Make it look like a shed. The hut is obviously out of place. It's no wonder that Emily found it."

"Emily?"

"One of the maids. You know. The one you just brainwashed not too long ago. Wait… it's only been a few days for us. How much time has passed here?"

The Mistress smirked and replied, "A few hours. I was able to get the TARDIS to maneuver through time with the Fantazix elixir and leftover power, but now it really is going to need the webbing for insulation. We most likely burned through what was left. I'll fix everything tomorrow." The Mistress yawned and looked at D'Artagnan severely. "That thing needs to stay on the ship though. Can't have the maids getting a look at it."

Lucy nodded, and The Mistress left the TARDIS to start the walk back to the manor. Fluffing up the couch and pillows, Lucy laid D'Artagnan on the couch and explained softly, "You have to stay out here until I can find a way to hide you in the manor."

D'Artagnan whined and changed form into a snake.

"Still no. Sorry, bud. It won't take me long. Just a couple of days," Lucy reassured D'Artagnan and pat its head.

With a sigh, D'Artagnan settled into the couch and seemed to deflate. Lucy shook her head and picked up the book that Charlotte had given her; with a glance back at D'Artagnan and an encouraging smile, she left the Tardis. The sun was rising, and Lucy groaned. The Mistress could get some sleep, but Lucy had a lot of work to do before the maids got up. She tried to remember the itinerary for cleaning for today, but it had been days since she'd even had to think about the cleaning.

Lucy walked up the steps into the house where The Mistress waited by the door. Curious, Lucy hurried her steps and noticed that Ally had handed The Mistress a note before ducking back into the kitchen. The Mistress noticed Lucy jogging up the stairs and looked at the paper angrily.

"An associate of one of my other… aliases has called here," The Mistress whispered to Lucy before checking to make sure the other maids were out of earshot. "No idea how he even got the number… but I'll take care of it."

"Do you need any help?" Lucy asked quickly. The TARDIS wasn't fully repaired yet, so they couldn't just leave even if they needed to. Someone poking around was likely to cause The Mistress to take care of the problem in her own way, which scared Lucy. The Mistress was not known to handle any sort of problem or crisis in a rational way, and Lucy didn't want them to have to rush the rest of the repairs.

"No, it shouldn't be too hard to get him to back off. I do have my own charms, darling. Take care of the help while I'm gone. That one… Emma, was it?"

"Emily," Lucy replied evenly but tiredly.

"Yes. She may be curious as to why she woke up in her bed covered in scratches, so take care of that. And after that… everyone can have the day off."

Lucy looked at The Mistress skeptically.

"Oh, Lucy," The Mistress said sweetly. "You just look so tired. Besides… it may take me a few days, but overall it's all fine."

Lucy kept her eyebrow raised but nodded. The Mistress left the manor and got into her car, and Lucy watched her drive away before collecting herself enough to start walking to Emily's room. Now she had to come up with an explanation without potentially triggering the girl to remember seeing the TARDIS. Lucy wondered if sleep-walking would explain it. But that wouldn't fit all of the pieces and might make Emily even more suspicious. Emily was already wary of Lucy. Taking a deep breath, Lucy began to walk up the stairs. Somehow Lucy felt as though she'd gotten the worse end of the deal.