"Are you sure that we're in the right place?" Eleven asked, when he and Spymaster entered the attic.

"Yes, I am. The signal is coming from here." he replied, while glancing at his provisional radar. "Stop fussing and start looking."

Thankfully, the search didn't take long and soon Doctor was holding a small metallic box, which surely wasn't built by any of settlers.

"You were correct." Eleven stated, while checking the thing with his screwdriver.

"Of course, I was. Such sudden change of weather had to be caused by something. Is it safe to switch it off?"

"Yes. Done it. Strange, it interacts with water." Doctor continued. "I'd say that it 'pulls' water to itself, but I don't know for what. Except of creating rain and forcing all of us to sit at home and being bored and..."

"And having Cyber-Scarecrows to pay more attentions to us." Spymaster finished. "However, we should be safe now. Well, as safe as possible with our abnormal circumstances. Let's focus on finding out, who planted it here."

"Oh, that's simple. My screwdriver says that... it's me? Wait a minute, that's impossible! I didn't do it!"

"Calm down! (How in all hells haven't you died from a panic attack is beyond my comprehension.)" Spymaster took the box from Eleven's hand and inspected the machine by himself. "If it wasn't you, than it'd be one of other Doctors. We'll just require more time to analyse the readding."

ooo

"Thirteen is hiding something from us." Twelve spoke to Missy. "The mystery, of which I believe you are aware. I came to understand that it could have also caused us to be here. Won't you tell me what it is?"

The time lady raised her head, opened her mouth, but nothing came out. It seemed as if she was reconsidering with herself what she should do. When the time lady decided at last, she only stated:

"It isn't my story to tell."

Whatever Twelve wanted to say never came out, as suddenly Spymaster marched into the bedroom with Eleven close by.

"No, it isn't him." he said while pointing his screwdriver at him and checking the results. "That leaves only Thirteen or youngest Doctor."

"What's going on?" Missy asked.

"The rain was caused by this machine," Eleven explained, while showing the small device in his hand. "It was hidden in the attic and it seems... that it was planted by one of my regenerations."

"Wha...ugh?!" Twelve sat up a little, which wasn't a good move.

"I presume that tying you to the bed would be a quite good solution. You certainly will heal faster." Missy recommended and turned to Eleven again. "Why do you think that it's one of Doctors?"

"There wasn't any DNA, but we discovered a small mental imprint. By comparing it to mine, Twelve and so on, we can quickly check, to whom it belongs."

"This tool doesn't have a time setup," Spymaster added. "thus the person had to be near it to switch it on. Fortunately, we managed in finding out when it was activated."

"Interesting." Missy mused. "So when exactly was it planted there?"

Doctor told her.

"Funny, I and Master heard some noises in the attic around that hour." Missy said. "It had been just before it started raining."

"...how could you hear it, if..." Twelve started confused, but was stopped by the time lady almost immediately.

"We were sitting on the roof and admiring the view."

"Wha...?!"

"Oh, do shut up, before you would twist your back again."

"Ten was helping in repairing the barn." Eleven informed them, quite relieved that it wasn't him, who silenced his future self. "Rexhill, who was also there, told us that he was with him all the time, thus Ten wouldn't manage doing it from the barn. The distance was too big, even if he would run."

"So again, it's Thirteen or Doctor." Spymaster summarized.

"But both were with me then." Twelve objected. "Bill and Nardole can also confirm it..." He stopped momentary and furrowed his big eyebrows. "She left for a couple of minutes..."

"Glad to know, who is the lucky culprit." Missy took the initiative. "Let's wait, when all of our regenerations will come back and ask her why she did it. And if Lady Doctor denied all... Well, you know me, I can be very persuasive."

"As long as we will be near you during your 'interview', then it's fine." Twelve warned her.

ooo

The strange device was deactivated, but the weather would go back to normal in few hours. Spymaster didn't complain, most of settlers and remaining two Doctors preferred to stay indoors, leaving him the whole porch to sit and sulk. Unfortunately, it didn't include Missy.

"Tell her." the time lady advised him about Timeless Child mystery from her neighbouring chair and didn't add that it would lift a heavy burden from his shoulders.

"No."

"Stars!" Missy shook her head frustrated. "I've never thought that you would be stubborn like..."

"Finish that sentence and you will regret it."

"Humour me and at least tell some other Doctor." Missy ignored his outburst and mercifully didn't continue insulting him. "Let's see his reaction. I'm sure that it would be hilarious. Plus, we would have some entertainment. This rain can be really monotonous."

"No." Spymaster said and lowered his head. "Anyway, there isn't any point in that."

"How so?" she asked confused after his sudden change of tone.

"I have a strong feeling that it won't change anything." he answered resigned.

"It's the truth. It will have an impact." Missy insisted. "Listen, I don't know what happened between you two in that barn, but I'm sick of your brooding. What's going on?"

"She won't believe me and forget about everything soon after... as usual. Isn't it what come with all people, who she meets on her way?"

"Not this." Missy said, while understanding, what her regeneration really wanted. "Besides, Doctor never forgets."

"Of course, our favourite time lord (or lady) doesn't." he sneered. "Just push it at the end of consciousness and moves much happier memories to the front. Because all is better, when you believe that nothing awful exists."

For that Missy didn't have a contra reply, because it was Doctor's coping mechanism. If not for it, the time lord would have gone mad centuries ago or there would have happened something much worse.

"You must be a devil genius to get any attention," Spymaster continued sourly. "because a reliable and pure-hearted creatures are passed by or used by others."

This also was the truth. But actually, even with all those things, Missy admitted to herself, that living in a galaxy without her oldest friend was much more... sadder? She sighed mentally, it seemed that Spymaster's mood got to her as well.

"I will tell Doctor if she asks. Maybe, it's really a time to finish it." the time lord stood up suddenly. "Let's come inside. Hopefully, there will be left some tea."

"Yes." she agreed taking his outstretched hand.

No one of them noticed Eleven, hidden on the other side of house, in a place with enough proximity to two Masters, to hear their conversation. What's more, as Twelve advised, his communicator was on, so his older regeneration could eavesdrops on it as well.

As for Big eyebrows Doctor - something in Spymaster's dejected voice reminded him about young bright man (a beginner agent?), whom he met some time ago.

"I remember now." Twelve thought.