Doctor? Doctor! Where the Hell are you, you lousy spaceman?" cried Donna. She didn't know how she ended up in this place, this labyrinth of metal and glowing circles. Everywhere she went there were rooms, great halls, garages, and she counted about four swimming pools on her travels. Though they all could've been the same one, it felt like she had been walking around in circles for hours. "Where the blinkin' Hell are ya?" Her mind wasn't burning like he had said it would, but the knowledge was there still. It just needed a spark, something to ignite it. She paused for a second, still slightly wobbly on her feet and she held onto her head trying to regain anything that could tell her where she was. Of course, how could she forget? The TARDIS. She was in the TARDIS. The last thing she could remember was fainting, falling into gold and being absorbed by utter chaos. And two woman, one with immorality on the outside, the other with immorality on the inside. A man also, with fury surrounding his every action, but also sadness, and regret. Almost like someone she used to know, love even.

"I should know this place inside out. I have the Doctor's mind, I should know this...place". She walked forward, but her sight started going dark and fuzzy. Soon, she landed again on the floor with a clang on the metal.

"What's going to happen to her?" she heard someone familiar say. Clara perhaps, or the Victorian one.

"She needs lots of rest. She's basically going through a regeneration, but, well, she's human", said the man. Donna then woke up, pushing the hair out of her eyes.

"You going to tell me who you all are and why you're in the Doctor's TARDIS?" she asked, watching them with a curious eye.

"Right, sorry. Where are our manners?" Missy replied. "I'm Missy, this is Clara Oswald and this is the Doctor".

"You're not the Doctor", Donna snuffed. "He's the matchstick man with the twin and the spiky hair".

"Allons-y, Donna. How's your grandfather Wilf? He was one of the last people I saw before I regenerated", The Doctor enquired.

"O-kay. So maybe you are the Doctor... What was I wearing when I first met you?"

"Wedding dress, of course. It was Christmas and we fought off the Empress of the Racnoss. Oh how we ran Donna Noble, how we ran".

"Fine, I believe you are the Doctor. So what's happening to me? Why do I keep fainting and why can I still not remember most of our adventures?"

"Well Donna, I'm afraid you're dying and quickly it seems. Once your memory returns, your mind will be so unstable you will be completely paralysed. Your mind will take over your body. Sure you'll be one of the smartest humans in the universe, but what is the point of knowledge if you cannot pass it down?"

"But what about now? I know I am dying Doctor, but I want to live my life with all my memories intact".

"You just need rest, and that's what you're going get whether you like it or not", he said, sidling up more to me. It then came to her where she was. She was in what looked like a bedroom crossed with a medical room. It looked comfortable enough. There were some medical equipment on the deep red walls and some paintings by Van Gogh were beside them. She was in a snug single bed, covered in pale purple sheets and duvet covers. Everyone soon left the room and the lights flickered until they went out.

"What's really going to happen to her Doctor?" Clara asked him as they walked out the room. He turned towards her with a confused look on his face. "You're lying, I know you are. What's really going to happen?"

"Her mind will implode, burn up. It'll kill her. She's married too, kids, nice house. I don't want to be the reason they lose her".

"What if I said I could help?" Clara looked at him with hopeful eyes, wondering where Missy had disappeared off to, until she reappeared in the room with a defibrillator in her arms. Clara dug in her pocket and drew out a Mire healthkit, showing it to him then stuffing it back into her jumper.

"Right my dears, I have an idea. Her mind needs a spark to work, something to kick off the memories", she dropped the defibrillator on the ground with a clang before looking back at the pair sitting at the console. "Nothing better than electricity".

"No, you're not electrocuting her. I won't allow it".

"She's human. She'll survive. Survived my stun ray and I had it at full volume". Missy carefully picked up the irons, rubbing them together menacingly. "Fancy a go dear".

"I'll pass thanks. But Clara might have an idea". He gestured for her to show Missy the healthkit, but then it brought on the overhanging question of why she had it. "Why do you have it?"

"Oh, try to keep up dearie. Isn't it obvious? She wanted to bring her lovely boyfriend back from the dead, didn't ya? Couldn't leave him pushing up daisies", Missy accused

"You stole him from me", Clara answered.

"He got run over by a car that I was miles away from. Even if I didn't make him into a cyberman, he still would have been dead".

"You could have saved him though. You could have used your regeneration energy, you could've been helpful".

"That's not me though, is it? That's the Doctor, he's helpful, he's kind, he's good. And me, I'm... I'm the Queen of Evil". She looked very happy with her remark, especially as she knew it would bring back unhappy memories for everyone in the room.

"Yes, yes, you are. You're the ruler of everything dark and truly gruesome. But if we, us three complete misfits, can actually save Donna, then we finally have common ground", The Doctor interrupted.

"You make me work with that monster, I leave Doctor. I actually leave".

"She knows more about regeneration and meta-crisis than I ever could. She used to be one".

"Then I leave", she exclaimed and started to walk out the door. "Don't follow me Doctor. Ring me when you get that thing out of your life". And then she was gone, his Impossible Girl, gone. The Doctor's face was completely emotionless, while Missy's was one of complete happiness.

"Well, she's making me look like The Good Witch", Missy quipped. She slid up beside him as he flipped lots of levers and they materialised into space. Gently rubbing his arm, she put her head on his shoulder and he gave a small smile. "So what now?" she asked into his jacket. "Are you going to get this out of your life?"

"Not now Koschei, not ever", he replied with a beam.