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On October 18th, we continue the Halloween episodes when the gang become trapped in Elizabeth Bathory’s castle.

Chapter 1

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The Doctor had tried everything he could think of, and yet it was no use. The sonic screwdriver doesn't work on wood. He was locked in, and becoming more agitated by the second. He'd just started giving the sonic one more desperate try when he heard a ghostly sound.

"Laaaaa dee da daaaa la deeee da daaaaa, la dee da daaaa da daaaaa..."

He stopped and followed the song over to the far wall, his face cracking into a grin as he realized what was happening.

"It seems to be coming," he mused softly, yet loudly enough to carry. "From behind ze bookcase." He glanced around quickly, and pulled the candle from the sconce next to the bookcase.

The second after he did this, a muffled voice with a bad German accent emanated from behind it. "Put. Ze candle. Back."

He grinned and made to do as he was told, before being stopped in his tracks again.

When the voice replied again, the accent had been dropped entirely, but sounded somehow even more muffled. "Listen to me very carefully. Don't put the candle back. With all of your might, shove on the other side of the bookcase. Is that perfectly clear?"

He took on the role of Inga once more. "I think so," he replied, suddenly having fun again. He hastily placed the candle on the bedside table and moved to push the bookcase out of the way.

He stepped back to see Ginger standing where a moment before there had been a bookcase, a candle held aloft in front of her. She adopted the bad German accent again, gesturing with one free hand. "Look, Doctor! A passagevay!"

He beamed at her, so glad to see her that he quite forgot they were locked inside a depressing castle. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Looking for a way out, of course!" she replied, grinning back at him. Of course she'd dropped the accent again in favor of her Scottish one. "I never much liked being locked into places. Activates my natural instinct to escape."

"You were locked in too?" he asked.

She nodded. "I figure we all were, which can't be a good sign. Surprised you haven't found a way out yet."

"Well my sonic doesn't do wood," he said, matter of factly. Then he noticed Ginger looking at him in an exasperated manner. "What?"

"Well two things, really," she replied, running her fingers through her hair. "First of all, it doesn't do wood?"

"Well, no, it doesn't actually."

"Okay, forgive me for saying so, but that's fucking stupid and you should do something about it," she replied.

"And what was the second thing?" he asked, still amused.

"Don't tell me your sonic was the only thing you tried?" she asked.

A moment passed. "Well..." he said, running his fingers through his own hair now.

"Oh my god, you did only try the sonic!"

"To be fair-"

"You are over here being dependent on your fancy alien technology meanwhile I'm Nancy Drew-ing us out of a bind through my own wits!" she said, shaking her head. "You're a piece of work, you know that?"

"I feel like I'm not told that often enough, to be honest," he replied. He looked behind her then at the passage. "Is that a way out?"

"No it's not," she replied. "I thought it might be when I found it, but it was just connecting our two rooms. I tore apart the room looking for other ways out before I found this, so there's no way out there."

"So there has to be one in here-" the Doctor began, already casting his eyes about to find a likely way.

"Not bloody likely," Ginger replied, walking around him into the room and spinning to face him. "From what I can see, our rooms are identical. The only way out would be via the door or by plummeting from the window to certain death."

"How did you figure this out anyway?" the Doctor asked, impressed.

Ginger shrugged. "If there's anything I learned from Scooby Doo, it's that there's always a secret passage."

"Good to have you back," the Doctor said, making note of how this was the first time all day that she'd seemed herself around him.

"Well I've been busy," she replied, averting her gaze again as she realized how close they were standing to each other. "Been a bit bored, actually."

He smirked. "Go on, just admit you missed us."

She blinked, suddenly going on the offensive again. "I did not!" she snapped.

"Oh yes, you did too!" he teased. "It's written all over you!"

"Well you're reading too much into things that aren't there!" she replied, annoyed.

"Just admit that you missed us," he grinned.

"I don't miss people, that's a stupid human emotion," Ginger said, dismissively. She sat down on the bed, at a loss for what to do with herself.

The Doctor had learned by now not to call her out on separating herself from humans. "No it's not," he said, sitting down next to her.

"Oh you can't sit here," Ginger said, suddenly self conscious.

"What?" he asked, amused again. "Why?"

"Because I'm sitting here," she replied, as if this were obvious.

"Yes, but this isn't the wild west. It's big enough for the both of us."

"Thank God it's not the wild west," she said. "Always hated Stetsons. They're the very opposite of fashionable. You still can't sit here."

"What is this, Mean Girls?" he teased. "Sorry I didn't wear pink, but you didn't either."

She groaned. "Okay, fine," she huffed. "If you won't move, then I will." She moved to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed instead and placed the candle on the floor in front of her.

He grinned. "What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"

"No offense, Doc, but I don't even trust myself most of the time, so I wouldn't know where to begin."

"Well, fine then," he said, scrambling off of the bed to sit directly opposite her with the candle between them. "Can't let you just sit on the floor by yourself."

The flickering light from the candle cast long mysterious shadows across both their faces. "That almost makes it worse," Ginger said, half teasing. "It's almost like-"

And here they spoke at the same time.

"We're having a weird seance," she said.

"We're kids playing spin the bottle," he said.

"What?" they both said, in unison. Her eyes got wide as saucers.

"Nothing," he said, quickly. "What were we talking about? Ah, yes, how missing people isn't a human weakness."

"But it is, though," she replied, glad to seize onto a different topic. "To miss someone means that you notice they're gone and, well, I don't notice when people are here. I can't. I keep my eyes forward and keep moving. People are temporary, there's no use getting sentimental and attached."

"That's a pretty bleak way of looking at it," he replied.

"It's how it is," she said, looking anywhere but at him. "Why should I notice people? People don't notice me."

"I notice you," the Doctor said slowly, looking down at his hands which were fidgeting with the sonic screwdriver. "You're kind of hard to not to notice, honestly. There's just always been something about you...I don't know what it is...It's hard to put my finger on..."

"Probably safer for you and your finger if you don't," she said, dryly. "Hands off, Casanova."

"Yeah, I suppose it would be," he grinned, looking up at her. She was staring down at her own hands, fidgeting restlessly. The long flickering shadows being cast across her face gave her an air of mystery at the same time as the light from the candle made her look more vulnerable. Kind of sad. There was something about her expression and general posture that he found very familiar.

"You're not interested in me, though," she said, slowly. "I'm just a mystery. You're just holding on until you've solved it, and after that you'll get bored and move on. No sense in getting attached when people don't get attached to me. People won't miss me, so I don't miss them."

His smile faded a bit, though didn't quite disappear. "You're not just a mystery," he said, saddened by the implication. "You're my friend. You make things just a little more interesting. Not because you're a mystery, but because you have interesting things to say. I've met very few people of any species who could carry on a conversation with me, and you do it easily. Not that I don't have a life without you, but I was really looking forward to getting to see you today. Because I've grown rather fond of our routine, of seeing you at least once a week. Because I have, actually, gotten attached to you. And I, uh, well..." He hesitated then, running his fingers through his hair. "I missed you." He faltered a bit as she looked up at him in surprise. "As maddening as you are sometimes, I missed you while you were away."

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