Chapter 3
Frollo kept tossing and turning. His mind was ablaze with thoughts and concerns. Eventually, he just gave up on trying to sleep and started to finding ways to pass the night, whether it involved pacing the room or arranging his bookshelf. Finally, he just sat down on a chair and stared at the door, waiting for the inevitable.
Soon he heard some footsteps approaching. The door creaked open and a head popped in through the crack. It was a young man, in his 30s at least, with a long red beard. He resembled Frollo's adopted son, Quasimodo, the facial features and hunchback of course. He was dressed in long red robes covered in glittering green sparkles and he was carrying a golden scepter.
"Hello Frollo" he said in a deep booming voice, "I am the Ghost of Christmas present".
"I know, now make this quick, I have a busy day tomorrow" snapped Frollo.
"Very well, let's go" said the Ghost taking a relucant Frollo by the sleeve.
The room spun around and Frollo found himself standing outside a house in the freezing cold. There was a gentle breeze and the dimming light from inside the house provided a little bit of warmth.
"Look inside and tell me what you see" said the Ghost.
Frollo peered inside and saw MacGuffin, sat with his wife in their casual clothes. Beside them was a large bed filled with four children, all sleeping, their young faces visible to Frollo by the candlelight.
"I can't believe I won't be here tomorrow. It could be Vincent's last christmas...his illness is getting worse every day" said MacGuffin sadly, rubbing his brow in frustation.
"I know you mean well...and your son will love you no matter what happens" His wife consoled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Well Frollo? What have you learnt?" asked the Ghost looking at Frollo closely.
"That his wife is the masculine force in the marriage" suggested Frollo sarcastically.
"No!" cried the Ghost, "It's that despite you ruining their christmas, they still care about each other!"
"Oh for gods sake..." sighed Frollo.
"I suppose you'll never change your ways...unless..." The Ghost said thoughtfully.
"No, no, no, NO!" yelled Frollo, "I've had enough of these ghosts! Now let me..."
Suddenly Frollo's face collided with the floor of his bedroom floor. He looked around in shock and frustation, dreading the moment when that third ghost would come.