He yawns. Christmas Eve lasted seven days. Ship safe, Kazran sorted - time for a nap.
"Pleased with yourself, Doctor?" The voice sounds familiar. "Altering a timeline to alter a personality... even I never broke that law."
"Who's there?" He can't see, can't move.
"Were you remembering the Titanic? Did you think saving another ship would redeem your failure?"
"There were 4003 lives at stake! And Kazran is happy now."
"Rewriting one life to save many. Can't fault your maths."
"Who are you?"
"The Ghost of Christmas Past - or Future." The Time Lord Victorious laughs. "The choice is yours."
