I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FESTIVE AND NOSTALGIC says Death, as Susan stares at the floppy red hat balanced carefully on top of the hood.

She stared some more; it looked like it must have come from a very cheap shop indeed, one of the ones that a man might go to to grab a cheap toy that would break in a week for a child who hadn't asked for anything in particular, or a party favor for a gathering that he really didn't want to attend.

"Happy Hogswatch, Grandfather," she said, diplomatically choosing not to say any of that.