An introspective moment from Tomb of the Cybermen, prompt 'haunted'.

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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.