"Sure you wi-" Donna stopped in midsentence, staring back at the stage. No, it definitely wasn't just the building settling; the noises were rhythmic, unmistakeably footsteps. And, all right, maybe it was people hiding in the theatre as a joke, maybe it was a bunch of uni students sneaking in to film a movie for class, but Donna knew in the pit of her stomach that it had to be something more.

"What about you?" she hissed. She'd only just met him, but she wasn't about to leave him behind for- whatever was waiting out there, ghosts or axe murderers or zombies. "They're bound to be just as dangerous for you as they are for me." She stared at the- torch? in his hand, not sure whether it was the weird light that was starting to give her a bit of a headache or this entire bloody mess as a whole.