"That's the last box." Sally smiled as she brought the final box of Christmas decorations into Jack's house. "Perfect." Jack's voice muttered as he removed the angel from the top of his Christmas tree.

Sally walked by holding a box and he noticed a thread flowing by behind her. He smirked. "Sally, think you can help me with these?" He asked, hiding his cocky smile. "Sure" the rag doll walked over and stepped on a stool. Jack pulled the thread and Sally fell on the floor with a thud. He started laughing so hard he tripped over a web of Christmas lights and fell on his back, laughing hysterically. Sally's leg started kicking the king and detached his arm. Sally hopped over and started laughing at him.

She picked up her leg, but before she could sit up Jack's bones aimed at her, nearly stabbing her eye out! "GAH!" She covered her eye. Jack returned to his feet and fit of laughter. Sally looked up and tackled him. She sat up. The Pumpkin King fell to pieces, his skull rolling next to her only leg. She realizes what she had just done and an army of tears form at the edges of her eyes, dripping off her lashes and rolling down her cheeks to the edges of her chin. She brought her knee to her chest.

"Sally..." Jack spoke out. She shook her head and pulled at the stitch holding her head to her shoulders and it falls, her body follows softly. The scent of autumn leaves grew stronger as her body was now scattered on the floor next to her king's.

Jack's arm reaches over and slowly pieces together all 206 bones. Sally stares at him as he sets his skull back on over his shoulders.

He sews Sally back into one piece, being careful not to mess anything up. She looked as he held the needle and almost shook while he fixed her back together.

He finally stitched on the last of her arms. He took her head in his hands and did the same. He kissed the tears on her cheeks. She smiled and hugged him making his head suddenly pop off. They both giggled. She took the skull and kissed it. She set it back on his body.

He held her close. Who would've thought a dead man's skeleton could be so warm. She dug her head in between his chin and collar bone. She starts crying again. "I... I'm sorry, Jack..." She whispered. "No, I should be saying that... I started it." He kissed her hair. She held him tighter. The two sat there in there arms for what seemed a couple of minutes to them but in all actuality it was hours and hours. The morning sun had come down and the full moon came and illuminated the ghosts and monsters in the now sleeping town.