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When Hiccup woke up a little bit later, he found himself back in his own room, on his bed. He sat up, wondering if it had all been a very weird, realistic dream, but then he realized that it hadn't. When he looked ahead, the window was still open, and there was still dust on the floor from when "Tuffnut" had been there.

Hiccup got to his feet, wondering what time it was. He walked over to the window and looked out it, finding the moon in a slightly different position. He reckoned it to be about two o'clock in the morning, but he really wasn't sure.

He was just about to try and go back to sleep, when a figure burst through his window, nearly crashing into him. He yelped and jumped away, knocking into his bookshelf, books falling on top of him and over him before clattering on the floor.

"Hello, Ebe-Sneezer!" said the figure, probably too cheerfully. "I am the Ghost of Snoggletog Present!"

"Snotlout?" Hiccup questioned, stepping forward. "What in the world are you doing at my house now?"

"I am NOT Snotlout!" said Snotlout. "I am the Ghost of Snoggletog Present, as I stated earlier!"

"No, you're my cousin, who, apparently, likes invading my bedroom," said Hiccup.

"I am not Snotlout, Ede-Sneezer!" said Snotlout. "I am certain the Ghost of Snoggletog Past told you I was coming."

"Yeah, Astrid told me you were going to come," said Hiccup, "but I didn't think it would be my cousin."

"I am not your cousin!" said Snotlout. "And who is this Astrid?"

"Never mind," said Hiccup. "How much of this are you just making up as you go along?"

"None of it!" said Snotlout. "Come, Ebe-Sneezer!"

"The next person who calls me Ebe-Sneezer is going to be in serious trouble," said Hiccup.

"Okay," said Snotlout. "Come. We'll fly there."

"Oh not again!" Hiccup groaned as Snotlout pulled him towards and out the window. They fell to the ground just as Hiccup had with Astrid, only this time, it seemed to have hurt worse.

"Do you have any other way of transportation?" said Hiccup. "If that's your definition of flying, what's your definition of falling?"

"No one cares!" Snotlout shouted. "Come on, Ebe-Snee—never mind. Come on, I am going to show you Snoggletog Present!"

He walked in the other direction, and Hiccup followed him, not knowing what else to do. He followed Snotlout until they came to the Great Hall, only this time, it had the same exact look to it and everything.

"So this is the Present," said Hiccup. "This is what's going on right now?"

"Yep," said Snotlout. "Good to see you're getting the hang of it."

"I'm not, actually," said Hiccup.

Snotlout stepped forward and opened the door, ignoring what Hiccup had said earlier. Hiccup walked in, and found the building full of villagers, content smiles planted on their faces as they talked and danced.

"The Present is wonderful," said Snotlout. "Of course, it would be more wonderful if you were a better friend to your friends."

"What do you mean?" said Hiccup.

"I mean," said Snotlout, "you haven't exactly been the greatest friend to them. Watch here."

Hiccup directed his attention to the villagers just a little ways away from him and Snotlout. Present-Astrid walked up to Present-Valka; some of the only people who weren't smiling.

"Have you found out what's wrong with Hiccup?" said Present-Astrid.

Valka shook her head. "No," she said. "He normally isn't like this. Normally, he at least talks to someone about his problems. Do you think something might be wrong with him?"

"I don't know," said Astrid. "He's making me worried, though."

"Do you see what I mean?" said Snotlout (Ghost of Snoggletog Present). "You don't even take your problems up with your friends, even when they're worried about you. You don't tell them what's wrong, and that just makes them frustrated and confused."

Before Hiccup could speak again, he found himself blindfolded once more.

"Snotlout!" said Hiccup.

"I am not Snotlout," said Snotlout. "Come, I need to show you something else here in the Present." Hiccup felt himself being lead out of the Great Hall and across the village, although he knew not where Snotlout was taking him exactly.

"I know you're trying to act all mystical and ghost-y," said Hiccup, "but could you at least tell me where you're taking me?"

"No need to," said Snotlout. "We're here."

The blindfold was removed, and Hiccup found him and Snotlout standing in front of a small house near the end of the village.

"Is this…Gustav Larson's house?" said Hiccup.

"No, this is the house of Tiny Tim and the Cratchits," said Snotlout.

"I don't know either of those names."

"Well, I suppose they call Gustav Tiny Tim sometimes," said Snotlout with a shrug. "Here, look inside."

Hiccup cupped his hands around his eyes and peered through the window. Beside him, Snotlout did the same. Inside the house were a lot of kids, along with two older people who looked like they were husband and wife.

"Mr. and Mrs. Larson?" Hiccup guessed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cratchit," Snotlout corrected. "Those are their children."

"I don't see Gustav," said Hiccup.

"Tiny Tim," Snotlout once more corrected.

"How come you get to correct everything I say, but I don't get to correct you about getting my name wrong?" said Hiccup.

"Because I am getting your name right, Ebe-Sneezer," said Snotlout.

"It's. Hic. Cup," said Hiccup, pronouncing each syllable more dramatically then he should have.

"Okay, whatever you say, Ebe-Sneezer," said Snotlout. "You have the right to be wrong, I suppose."

"Just get to your point, Snotlout," said Hiccup.

"Here we go," said Snotlout. "Watch closely."

Hiccup returned his attention to the house one more just in time to see a young boy limp in, a crutch under one of his arms.

"Gustav," said Hiccup.

Snotlout glared at him. "Tiny Tim, for the last time," he growled.

"Fine, fine, Tiny Tim," said Hiccup.

He watched as the family sat down at the table, Mr. Larson (Cratchit) helping Gustav into his seat. After eating, they started singing different carols.

"You know, Ebe-Sneezer," said Snotlout, "if nothing changes, this will be Tiny Tim's last Snoggletog."

"What?" said Hiccup, taking a step back. "You mean he's going to…going to…?"

"Yeah," said Snotlout. "It's a shame for such a sweet kid such as he, but it's not like I would expect you to care. You don't care about your friends."

"Yes I do!" said Hiccup, greatly offended. "Of course I do!"

"Well, you certainly don't act like it," said Snotlout. "My time is running short, Ebe-Sneezer. You will receive yet a third visit. Ready yourself."

"Wait!" Hiccup shouted. "I have questions!"

But just as the words left his mouth, he felt himself blindfolded again. When he finally ripped the blindfold off, Snotlout was gone. Hiccup turned around, finding all the houses that were once lit with light from candles in the windows were now dark.

"Snotlout?" Hiccup wondered out loud as he spun in a circle. He froze, though. Instead of Snotlout, walking towards him was a dark figure, any facial details covered by a black cloak. And the figure was walking straight towards him.