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"Oh, 'ello there sweet'art..." Said the alien, as she sat down, sensing immediately that she was speaking with a spirit. One that wasn't lost, but wasn't fully sure of herself either. This wasn't the first time of course, as The Doctor has spoken to the deceased many, many times before.
She's even put some to rest, but this one immediately caught her attention, being a child and all. The girl didn't answer, at least, not at first. But she did move closer once the time lord seated herself on the floor.
Then, finally. She spoke. "Hello.." Her voice wasn't timid, but she did sound surprised. Likely, Charlotte was shocked at someone being able to see her again. Outside of her father, who had caught glimpses of her before when she tried to tend to him. A flicker occurred, and the Doctor would briefly see the form of a puppet, or perhaps a marionette, before the shape of the girl returned.
"D'ya need a guide?" The alien asked, to which the girl shook her head. "There's more to do. My friends…" She faltered a little, as she hadn't really known most of the children to be honest. But, she felt a duty of care, something the Doctor could empathize with and respect with ease. "Ah, I understand.." Then. Silence.
Then a music box, as the girl smiled and waved as she began to fade. The one thing to soothe her away was being played over the speakers of the pizzeria. "You're nice," said the girl. "don't stay here. The others.. aren't like me." She waved back, and her nose scrunched as the girl faded away, and she got to her feet, heading for the ship without seeing the poster for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
The horror the Doctor had just avoided. . . and, she'd never know. She'd remain eternally puzzled about the girl. As was best, in all honesty.