The Ghost of Christmas Present all but insists on his guest bringing a snack along for the journey. Just because he's the ghost of the Present doesn't mean that they don't have a long way to go.
"Little Miss Stacia was brought here between Christmases, you see," he says. "Almost to the day! Which lets me give you a choice."
He gestures on ahead of his guest to show them their options. To one side is a forest, dark and damp, snow weighing on the branches and lumpy on the ground. To the other side, separated from the forest by a thin line of something that's not quite light and not quite fog, is the doorway to a suburban house. The house is off-white and the door is dark gray and decorated with a wreath of summer foliage and...are those flip-flops?
PRESENT
"Little Miss Stacia was brought here between Christmases, you see," he says. "Almost to the day! Which lets me give you a choice."
He gestures on ahead of his guest to show them their options. To one side is a forest, dark and damp, snow weighing on the branches and lumpy on the ground. To the other side, separated from the forest by a thin line of something that's not quite light and not quite fog, is the doorway to a suburban house. The house is off-white and the door is dark gray and decorated with a wreath of summer foliage and...are those flip-flops?
"Which would you like to see?"