An introspective moment from Tomb of the Cybermen, prompt 'haunted'.
Sleeping in my Mind
The Doctor watched Victoria's face, not sure if he'd reassured her as he'd hoped. Her father was only recently dead; his grieving, if you called it that, was immeasurably long ago. Well, perhaps measurably. He didn't care to measure it. Better to just let that paper boat metaphorically drift away.
I really do have to want to remember them, he thought with faint surprise. They'd pop up before, unwelcome jack-in-the-boxes when some event, scent or sound triggered them.
Their memories slept.
He flitted around that slumbering presence a moment, then turned away.
One day she would forget too.