Disclaimer: Do I need to remind you? I don't own TDI or the book "A Christmas Carol". I would be rich if I did.

Heather dropped her knife.

"B-but that's impossible!", she said to the voice of her deceased ex-boyfriend (A/N: I know, I can't imagine it either). "He died two years ago!"

Suddenly, the flames of the fireplace intensed, and a figure was visible within them. The figure showed itself, a transparent, deathy ghost. It, in fact, WAS the deceased Duncan, wrapped in chains and torn up. But one could tell that it was in fact him, the features exactly the same as when he got hit by the car.

"Oh, is it impossible?", he said. "Maybe if you'd pay attention, you would know who I am and why I'm here. I am NOT a figment of your imagination, if that's what you think".

At this point, Heather was paralized in shock. She recovered in mere moments, but was still scared half to death. "Just....leave me be! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Oh, you might regret that, gorgeous", he replied, gaining back some of his personality. "I've come to warn you."

"Warn me? About what?"

"Ugh. I was just getting to that, you know. Sheesh, if I come to do it, you don't have to ask. It just ruins the moment. Anyways....."

Heather swallowed. This must be a dream, she told herself. Just a bad dream.

"Uh, its not a dream", he said, as if he was reading her mind. His expression dropped. "See this?", he asked, gesturing to the chains that bound his body. Heather nodded. "I brought this on myself. When I was alive, I was a lot like you, if you didn't notice. I manipulated people, I stole, I cheated, and lied. And THIS is is my punishment. You too, Heather, might end up just like good old me here."

She finally had the nerve to scream. It came out with the force of a thousand victims of murder.

"Shhhhh!", he warned. "You don't want the neibourhood to think your crazy! Even though they probably already do......."

"Okay, what do you want from me?", she asked, out of breath. "You just came here to tell me that I'll end up just like you?"

"Actually, it's called 'warning' for a reason. You have one more chance to change for the better. Fail to do so, and it's chains for you, sister."

"O-One mmm-more chance?"

"Yup, bingo. You'll be visited by three more ghosts tonight, which, if you put it in your terms right now, will nag and nag ang nag until you've learned your lesson. You have until the last ghost leaves to think about what you did. Starting after that, your last chance will begin."

And with that, he smiled, did a flip in mid-air, and disapeared back into the fireplace.

"Wait!", Heather called.

His head poked up once more. "Yes? I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything more. Against the rules, you know."

She thought for a moment. "Well......", she began. "You always were........a formidable partner in crime. It was nice, you know, having you around and all. It was just........too bad that car had to hit you."

He laughed. "A good start", he replied. "Keep it up."

Then, he drifted up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and flew back into the fireplace.

Heather closed her eyes and thought over what had just happened. She opened them again. The fireplace was glowing dimmer than ever. "It WAS just my imagination," she told herself. She began to walk to her bedroom. "I imagined it ALL. None of that happened."

Heather climbed into her bed and got comfortable. "No way is some ghost going to visit me tonight. Just working too hard that's all. Yeah, some sleep should stop the hallucinations."

And she drifted to sleep almost instantaneously, but somehow didn't quite believe what she had just said to herself.

COOL, I always know the best part to end! Yay me!!

Duncan: ........

Me: What?

Duncan: Did you just make me do what I thought I just did?????

Me: Yupp. It's to pay you back for spoiling the story yesterday. Now, since you are a figment of my imagination, I suggest you go back into MY head, where you belong, or at least back to teletoon.

Duncan: Oh we'll see about THAT.........oh Heather, there's something I want you to read........

Me: Uh oh.

Heather: Gahhhh! How could you make that-that PIG do that? You are lucky that I am still working for you, you know that??

*Chases me around*

Me: I hate you! Both of you! Duncan, I am so glad you are not in any future chapters!

Duncan: Okay, since our host is currently unavailable, I'm gonna tell you, R&R please!