OOM: The ghost of Christmas past

[obligatoryass]

As he wakes up for the second time that night, Logan feels a small, cool hand brushing the sand out of his eyes

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[kitchen_maid]

"I am!" she says, and the voice is soft and gentle.

[obligatoryass]

"Christmas past, right?" he asks. Why she looks like his best friend from the Bar, he has no idea, but it's probably not important.

[kitchen_maid]

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, yes," she says.

And it is important, of course it's important, but if he can't figure it out, then there's likely no man alive who could.

"I am the ghost of your past, Logan."

[obligatoryass]

Introspection will come later. Much, much later, perhaps. And maybe then he'll figure it out. Asking seems futile, though, so he doesn't bother.

"Yeah, I've heard that. And you're supposed to be looking after my welfare, right? Seems to me a little more rest might do me better than rustling around in my memories."