Day 6
"Hello there," the Ghost of Christmas Present said with a smile. "I am here to show you visions of Christmas Past. Take my hand and we will fly."
"There is no need for that."
The Ghost smiled, used to people trying to get out of their haunting by arguing with her/him/it/them/they (for at one moment she was a girl with 1 leg, then a man with 20, then a thing with a thousand eyes but no mouth, then just a mouth with no body). "But it is needed. I must show you what life was like before you became like this. Bitter and cold to the world, sitting in your chair, watching it rather than being a part of it. To remind you of far simpler times. Now, please take my hand, Bran."
"I am not Bran," the boy said. "I am the Three Eyed Raven. And I have no need for you to see my past… I can see it myself." His eyes rolled up into his head, becoming white, and the Ghost of Chirsmtas Past suddenly looked around as they found themselves no longer in Winterfell but Dorne. "This is the first time you acted as the Ghost of Christmas Past. You were so scared you wouldn't be able to do things right and that you would fail to redeem that soul."
The Ghost watched their past self talk with a stingy and cruel Dornish lord. "Wait… this isn't about my past! Its about yours!"
"My past is your past. Your past is my past."
The Ghost groaned and pulled out a cellphone. "Yeah, Present? We have another Doctor Manhattan situation."