WARNING: Major spoilers from the theatre scene in Season 1 Episode 3 "The Unquiet Dead. I changed the dialogue a bit to what I feel better suits the time period and so I'm not a total copy-cat, lol. Anyway, let me know if you prefer it like this or as worded in the show. Thanks and happy reading!"
"What's going on?" The Doctor asked someone.
"Oh! Good sir! Mr. Dickins was reading aloud from his most recent play 'A Christmas Carol' when these blue ghosts appeared out of nowhere!"
"Out of nowhere, nay! They came out of that old woman. I saw it with me own two eyes" a middle-aged woman interjected.
"Who do you call? Ghostbusters!" I chanted. The Doctor shot me a look. "Bad time? Sorry." We headed towards the entrance.
"Yer not going in there, are ya?"
"Actually, yes" The Doctor cheerfully responded. "Come along, Violet. Let's find out more about these ghosts." We both entered a hallway, which led us to a rather large opera-style room.
"Stay in yer seats! I beg of ya! It's just a lantern show! It's trickery!" a man at the center of the stage shouted. At that moment a blue gas-like entity flew straight past us and high into the air before suddenly disappearing. The Doctor walked up to the man, with me trailing close behind.
"Did you see where it came from?" The Doctor asked him.
"Ah! The wag shows himself at last. I do hope you are satisfied, sir" he said in a rather spiteful tone. I was about to interject and tell him that the Doctor had no involvement in this what-so-ever when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I immediately spun around and saw a young woman, most likely only a few years older than me, and an older, balding gentleman picking up the corpse of the old woman.
"It's her" I whispered. The Doctor turned and looked at me.
"Pardon?"
"The ghosts. They came from her. Just like the woman outside said." The Doctor saw the two people trying to remove the corpse.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing?" He turned back towards me. "I'll be back in a Jif. Don't and I mean DON'T go anywhere. Understand?" I nodded. "Good." He then chased after the couple.
"I have to say, Miss, you and your father are the strangest people I have ever met. You talk like you're from another world and he dress like he's from another one" the man on the stage remarked.
"I…I have to go. By the way, I don't believe I caught your name."
"That's because I didn't give it. Mr. Charles Dickens at your service." My eyes widened and I froze.
"The…the famous writer."
"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say famous. But thank you, miss!"
"Anytime" I said, quickly heading off to find the Doctor. I ran outside and went up to a man.
"Excuse me, sir, but you didn't happen to see an older gentleman and a young woman come past here with a crazy guy…I mean, bloke, chasing after them. Did you?"
"I don't believe so, no."
"Well, thank you anyway." I started to walk away when I felt a tug and the back of my mind. It was a strange sensation, kind of like when the Doctor had mentally connected with me at the theatre prop room at my school. Of course! That's it! He was trying to contact me. At that moment, I began to panic. Was he ok? What if he was in grave danger and I didn't get to him in time? The pull on my mind got stronger and stronger. My head seared with a burning pain. It took everything I had not to scream in agony. I managed to take a couple of steps forward before black spots invaded my vision and I slipped into an unconscious state…
