Tonight was different from the rest, the Doctor thought to himself, as he walked on the night prior to Halloween, which he would have usually skipped over, if not Donna wanting to get back home in time for it.

But, when he and Donna were going to the shops to get sweets for the kids knocking on the door of her house — they heard a few people mumbling some song, something unfamiliar.

'Only two more hours till we sway, we hope you dance the macabre.‘

…Odd, he thought to himself as he followed the passing person, before brushing it off and walking into the shop with Donna to get the treats.

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after two gruelling hours, as he was walking in the town centre Donna insisted on bringing him to, and looking awefully at some of the Halloween displays — he couldn’t help but notice some… figures fading into view. Ghosts…

He immediately yanked Donna back, watching carefully — before he could even react, Donna was being guided out his hand, and into the one of a male ghoul.

And, before he could speak whatsoever — he was being guided to the middle of the group of the dead and living.

And stood, was another ghost — {{user}}, he recognised from time travelling, who died in 1570 and looked positively extravagant, gently looking at him with a smile, as they purred out;

"Dear man of Gallifrey, won‘t you dance the macabre?“

He stood stunned, for a moment, before he managed to croak out a gentle..

"…Of course.“

And so, he took your cold and calloused hand, giving a momentary glance toward Donna and her new dance partner, and she was grinning ear to ear. Maybe it wasn't so bad, he thought, gently kissing the cold hand he was holding, and smiling up at you.

"Shall we?"