The Doctor was relieved to see that the Fausinium hadn't changed, it was as majestic as ever-despite the ravages of war that had tarnished the city-shockingly there seemed to be nearly twice as much destruction as there had been when he visited last week. Also the Enforcers weren't here last time. As they escorted him in the elevator he tried to make polite conversation-but they remained mysteriously mute, their expressions blank.

When they reached the top floor the Doctor was guided into the huge Democoratorium-a vast chamber, round with seats surrounding a podium. The Doctor was shocked when he saw the Emperor, he looked weak not the strong and proud man that the Doctor had discussed strategy with so recently. Now he was shakily supporting himself with a stick behind the podium.

As soon as he spotted the Doctor his tired eyes lit up and he gestured dramatically for the senators to exit the chamber.

"We will continue this later."

The senators filed out nervously, and the Emperor requested the Enforcers to leave until it was just the two of them left in the room.

"Doctor! You have no idea how pleased I am to see you."

"Vespax...what the hell happened?!" The Doctor offered his arm in support and gently guided the Emperor to sit down before doing so himself.

"Another assasination attempt. They missed-got me in the leg. Not to worry though! Missy is working on crushing the rebels for me from the inside. She's doing a fine job I have to say-and isn't this new regeneration of hers grand? Now that you're here as well Doctor it's going to be so much fun, the three of us together again just like the old days."

Clara was locked into what seemed to be a chair, but this wasn't just any chair-it was like a torture device from a horror movie. There were cold restraints across her head, neck, torso, arms and legs. A machine was connected to the chair by wires which presently were hanging loose around Clara's body.

Missy was watching Clara from a camera on her tablet. The disturbed time lady was savouring the fear, anger, and frustration that she knew Clara must be feeling. Their last encounter had ended in Missy trapping her inside a Dalek and then trying to get the Doctor to kill the Dalek. It must have been a highly traumatic experience and to put her in a claustrophobic situation again after coming straight from a war zone and then being separated from the Doctor was completely despicable, in other words perfect.

Missy had decided to wait a while, to let Claras anticipation crescendo until she reached a certain breaking point. It would be interesting to see how Clara would react to her prescence after several hours of imprisonment, when the predictable rage had burned itself out and been replaced by a desparate gnawing terror.

Until then she had plenty of things to occupy herself with. Murdering the rebel second in command that she had exchanged the Doctor for and making it look like the emperor was responsible was one of them. Missy went on to the recipe making app on her tablet and after reviewing her recipe for Tiramisu Andromeda Style that had won many awards in various intergalactic competitions (the Master could make a mean dessert-what better way was there to gain the trust of people you were plotting to enslave than luring them in with something sticky sweet but ultimately very bad for them), she created a new recipe.

Recipe For Disaster

Take two renegade timelords,

Add one Impossible Girl,

Stir into a pretty twenty-third century Namorian bowl with;

2 vengeful armies,

1 corrupt Empire and add a sprinkle of stolen Weapons of Mass Destruction

Because revenge is a dish best served cold ;-)

"Bon Appetit!" Exclaimed Missy when she had finished feeling very satisfied with herself.

A/N: So as I'm sure you have figured out the Doctor has lied to Clara. The reason why will be revealed in the next chapter...