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Outside of the London Tower, a small stall was set up with a few different varieties of old-fashioned candy. There was butterscotch, lemon drops, peppermints and strawberry candies, wrapped in wax paper wrappers.

A sign written in cursive said "Take only two, have a fortunate Halloween", and was nailed on the front of the stall.

If someone walked nearby, or approached the stall, they'd have a strong feeling of being watched by two people, or perhaps even a draft of cold air would pass by or through them.

Clownie approached the stall with excitement in their eyes at all of the candy wrappers. They couldn't shake the feeling however of being watched. Clownie grabbed a butterscotch and lemon candy before running off.

Invisible and unheard to those who didn't have the ability to see ghosts.. Richard held onto Edward affectionately, the two both floating in the air watching over the stall. "Aw, it was a cat! Dressed as a clown! How cute!" He giggled and buried his cheek into Edward's side.

Edward simply patted Richard's head and smiled.

Torchie couldn’t see the vibrant world of oranges and reds surrounding him,
but he could feel the warmth of the occasional jack-o'-lanterns flickering from porches,
each one like a little beacon of energy that made him smile.

Tonight was special—it was his first time out for Halloween,
and despite the limitations of his fragile body, he felt a sense of excitement buzzing inside him.
Dressed in a handmade scarecrow costume, Torchie felt a little more like everyone else for once.

As they continued down the path, Torchie sensed a faint, soft energy ahead, something warm, like a small, controlled flicker.
His senses led him to a nearby candy stall. The nurse stopped the wheelchair next to it,
and Torchie tilted his head, taking in the strange but pleasant sensation coming from the stall.

"Looks like we’ve come across a treat table, Torchie," the nurse said with a smile.
She glanced around the street, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in sight, just the two of them.
However, it felt like they were being watched.
A sign on the stall, written in careful letters, read: Take only two, have a fortunate Halloween.

But something felt odd. The nurse hesitated, looking around again.
"No one seems to be here," she murmured, her voice uncertain.

Torchie’s senses tingled with that subtle warmth, a sensation that told him someone, or something, was nearby.
He couldn’t explain it, but the presence felt... delightful, not dangerous.
"Maybe they’re hiding," Torchie said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Or just waiting to see if we follow the rules."

The nurse chuckled, shaking her head.
"Maybe. What do you think? Want to pick out your two pieces?"

Torchie nodded, even though he couldn’t see the candy.
"I think I’ll go with... butterscotch and strawberry."
Reaching carefully, the nurse helped him select his choices and placed them in his lap.
Torchie’s fingers grazed the wrappers, feeling the smooth texture of the butterscotch and the slight crinkle of the strawberry candy.

"Do you think it’s okay?" she asked, her voice still light but with a hint of curiosity.
Torchie’s smile widened. "It feels fine. Whoever it is, I think they just like seeing people happy."
Torchie sat back, clutching his candies, feeling a strange sense of peace on this unusual Halloween night.
His nurse slowly pushing him away now to their next destination.

Edward watched, "It appears butterscotch candies art a very popular candy." He said warmly as Richard tugged on Edward's outfit, wanting to be picked up. Edward scooped Richard into his arms and held him close in a hug.

"He was dressed like a scarecrow! The crows shan't steal his candy!" Richard said with a soft laugh.

a couple twins approach the stall, the male dressed as a werewolf with ears that twitch, and the female a neko, her tail sways "oh look j! strawberries!" she takes a couple of the strawberry candies and her brother chuckles, taking a single peppermint candy "i see kate" kate looks to the air close to the pair of ghosts "thank you!" her brother chuckles and nods "have a good holiday" the twins leave

Edward and Richard watched the twins. Edward waved at them.
Richard whispered to Edward, "Do you think they seen us somehow? They looked close to where we were!"

"Maybe.." Edward stroked Richard's hair softly, with a gentle smile on his face.

A very wary feline made its way through the darkened alleyway. Careful, silent steps kept the wayward Familiar under wraps from the bustling calamity of London's lively streets. It was then the small creature noticed the booth, the assortment of candies therein, but most importantly, his keen, lamp-like eyes spied the pair of boys lingering about.

Balthazar trodded over to the decorated stall, tail low and leery due to his hesitation to draw attention to himself. He had heard of a meat pie shop not terribly far away that utilized lost pets in their recipes. He wasn't about to become a part of someone's menu.

The cat lowered himself briefly before leaping up onto the counter to look directly at the pair mindfully and gave a soft mewl.

"Oh!" Richard gasped lightly, putting his hand to his mouth. "Edward, I think the cat can see us."

Edward gently reached his hand out to the cat, trying to pet it, but his hand went right through, but Balthazar would feel a cold chill from it. Richard did the same, causing another chill, and seemed sad he couldn't pet the cat.

The delicate, ghostly fingers that reached out to sweep over him did in fact cast a chill that would have shaken the cat to his core had he been a typical moggie. Rather, he arched into the nonexistent touch and made what sounded like a grateful chirp. He wanted to make certain they knew their efforts were appreciated. Balthazar then settled in on his haunches and looked back at them once more, large citrine eyes practically glowing in the London smog.

"I can, in fact, see you," he spoke ethereally, his tone soft and reassuring. "Now how did you both manage put this lovely set up together?" Balthazar gestured with a simple glance about the booth.

Richard got excited when the cat reacted, and even more excited when he spoke. "Oh! Thou art talkin'!" Richard slipped into the dialect from his time briefly. Edward smiled, "We asked a medium to set it up for us." He replied.

"They art people that see deceased people!" Richard exclaimed.

"Art thou- *ahem* -you a medium as well, cat?" Richard asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Balthazar was intrigued by their words and pleased to know that there were mediums about tending to those clinging to the veil of the living. Upon Edward's explanation, he smiled as much as a cat could muster in yet another show of endearment.

"Yes, I can speak, but only to those with the ability to understand," he stated without much elaboration. The feline's whiskers twitched thoughtfully as he heeded Richard's declaration. Balthazar nodded; such an intelligent-looking motion for a mere mouser.

He stood up on all fours, tail arcing upward and swishing affectionately. "I have served many a medium, little one. At the moment, however, I have none."