Day 20
Ser Beric Dondarrion trembled as he walked over to the gravestone. "Please Spirit… must I know?"
The Ghost of Chirstmas Present merely pointed at the headstone.
"Very… very well," he got out shakedily, kneeling down and brushing away the snow… to see his own name. "Oh Spirit… I promise… I promise I can change! I know I can! I am not the man you met. I am not the man I was before this night. Please."
The Spirit pointed at another gravestone.
"Is… is that someone else? Someone I care for? My ladywife? Tiny Tim?" He brushed away the snow to see… his own name again. "Wait, what?"
The Spirit sighed and pointed to ten more Beric Gravestones they had to get through.