"It's her first Christmas on this planet." The Ghost of Christmas Past nods at the young Black girl, lounging in bed with eyes open. "Vulcan, it's called. You see, Michael has already been told this date will not include celebrations; Sarek, her foster father, is not opposed to human things being part of the way Amanda raises Michael and Spock, but Amanda doesn't usually include major holidays."

Michael balls her hands into fists and bunches her coverlet under her chin, still staring into space.

"Michael is okay with this, for the most part, though there's something about the day being here that makes her miss her parents. You shall see."

Just then Michael arises, exits her room for breakfast, going down to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Michael," Amanda says. "Would you like something hot?"

Michael responds by breaking into tears.