"What a waste," Sarah replied, "You really should make your own Doctor Who spinoff on youtube, maybe with some companions trying to return the TARDIS to the Doctor. With luck maybe the BBC will send Peter Capaldi to guest star."

Sarah then spent several moments mindlessly staring into the sunset before she realized that the new guy who'd met them on the way to the diner was trying to get her attention. He called her "ma'am". Good lord, a couple of years older and someone addresses her like she's an old hag. How thoughtlessly rude. She blushed, her cheeks reddening beneath the deathly gray corpse like pallor of her cheeks. 

She was dressed as something of a harem girl, a black thong bikini and translucent sleeves and pants around her slender arms and legs. She wore a golden Barbie wig over her dark hair and it rolled down over her pale shoulders. Her skin was painted in mottled gray, like that of a corpse laying in the morgue while the eyes that returned Gio's gaze were grey, rheumy and looked glazed as if she were blind. Most strange of all was the jeweled, black bladed, plastic dagger with red runes that looked like it was buried several inches inside the blonde girl's head. 

"Hello there, ma'am. I am afraid I did not introduce myself. My name is Gio Aguilar, or the esteemed Commissar Sebastian Yarrick. May I ask your name and the person your cosplaying as?"

Sarah found herself curtsying, dipping low in a way that let Gio look down into valley of her bikini top. "If I were able to reply I would say that I was Assallya Kressair, a Dungeons and Dragons sorceress hailing from Westgate in the Forgotten Realms" she orated, effecting a pompous attitude. Her manner changed as well, and her poise, looking more confidant as she assumed her alternate identity. "Alas I cannot reply for I am slain. I had seduced and was about to murder an old wizard when my own companions, having discovered that he alone knew the location of an ancient treasure, realized they had to save the wizard at any cost."

She tapped her black painted fingernail against the plastic dagger drawing his attention to it. "They burst in and saved him, throwing this soul slaying knife into my head and thus now I am dead."