Soon enough, in a strangely uncold blizzard, they finally landed. The snow cleared, and it turned out quickly they were inside against all logic. But this room felt very familiar to Scrooge. Of course... of course, it was his classroom in his childhood boarding school! How had the Ghost brought him here and why? This was when he noticed they weren't alone. A little boy sat in his seat, alone and sad. Scrooge couldn't believe his eyes: that boy was him. He tried to touch him and speak to him, but the Ghost reasonned him. "This is the memory of a past Christmas, Scrooge. You cannot interact, only see." This was then a full-size memory indeed. And what a sad memory... for a reason Scrooge had never understood, his father hated him and had sent him away to a boarding school. And on Christmas and like other holidays, he never made him come home. All the Christmas of his childhood and teenhood were spent alone, in an empty boarding school. If only Scrooge could comfort him... self... and tell him... self everything was going to be alright...

A Christmas Carol, Ebenezer Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Past © Charles Dickens
Drawing © me