Poppy and Scrooge stood in silence as the scene blurred together. "W-wow. I-I'm so sorry, Ebenezer. That-that's horrible," Poppy said.

"No, it's fine. I-it's in the past now. That was years ago," Scrooge said, hiding the shakiness in his voice.

"It's okay to-" Poppy put her hand on Scrooge, only for him to shrug it off.

"Where are you taking me next?"

"Uhh..." Poppy said. She looked around at the scene coming into focus. "It looks like an event that happened a few years after that last one."

When the scene completely focused, a young Ebenezer and an elderly purple Troll with blue hair stand on a tree branch. The purple Troll is doing laundry while Ebenezer silently watches the flowers. "Be careful, Ebenezer," the purple Troll said. "Don't get too close!"

"I won't grandma!" Ebenezer replied. "Hey, grandma? When are we going to make cookies?"

"In a few moments, Ebenezer. I need to finish the laundry first."

"Okay. I'm super excited for your 'Rosiepuff Special.'"

"That's good, dear! I'm glad you love my cookies!"

Ebenezer watched as a bee flew onto a flower, wiggled around on it for a second, and then flew off, yellow knobs of pollen on its legs. Ebenezer glanced around before picking off a flower.

"Hey, grandma! Want to hear a song?" Ebenezer asked.

"Go ahead!" Grandma Rosiepuff replied.

"What verse do you want me to start on?"

"Start on the second verse, dear. I'm almost done with the laundry."

"How old are you here?" Poppy asked.

"Five," Scrooge answered. "This..." He stopped.

"Every now and then I get a little bit restless, and I dream of something wild," Ebenezer sang into the rose. "Every now and then I get a little bit helpless, and I'm lying like a child in your arms."

"Turn around," Grandma Rosiepuff added.

Ebenezer smiled at his grandma. "Every now and then I get a little bit angry, and I know I've got to get out and cry."

"Turn around," Grandma Rosiepuff sang again, this time hanging a pair of shorts.

"Every now and then, I get a little bit terrified, but then I see the look in your eyes," Ebenezer continued.

"Turn around, bright eyes," Grandma Rosiepuff added again.

"Every now and then I fall apart."

"Turn around, bright eyes."

"Every now and then I fall apart. And I need you now tonight. And I need you more than ever."

Grandma Rosiepuff turned around to tell Ebenezer she was done but saw a Bergen. "Ebenezer!" she cried.

He didn't hear her and continued singing. "And if you only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever." Grandma Rosiepuff started running towards him. "And we'll only be making it right, 'cause we'll never be wrong. Together..."

Ebenezer stopped singing when he heard his grandma call for him that time. Unfortunately, the Bergen was already too close by the time he noticed. Grandma Rosiepuff jumped towards him, pushing him out of the way of the Bergen's hand.

In doing so, Ebenezer fell off the tree and to the ground below, the nearby flowers breaking his fall, and the pile of powdered snow at the bottom. "Grandma!" Ebenezer called, reaching for the Bergen's hand. Ebenezer stared in disbelief. "If only I had heard grandma warning me to move," Scrooge said, "then this never would've happened."

Poppy glanced at Scrooge, a mournful look in her eyes. She returned her attention back to the scene that hadn't blurred yet. Ebenezer sits, kneeling in the snow. His ears droop, but he never takes his eyes off of where he fell. "Maybe...maybe if I wait long enough, she'll come back?" he asked himself, hopefully.

The hope was lost however as the day became night. "She's...she's not coming back. She really is...gone," Ebenezer said, sorrowfully. HIs eyes never left the branch he fell from. His ears droop farther, just enough to tell, as his colors fade. "Grandma, I-I'm sorry." His colors fade completely to a mute version of his previous colors. Muted purple hair, muted blue skin, but not grey.

"Wait, what?" Poppy questioned. "What...happened?" The scene faded to black.

"When I realized grandma wasn't coming back, I...I blamed myself for it. But..."

"It made you...numb," Poppy finished.

"I haven't felt anything in years. Nothing but anger and guilt."

"And...this all happened on Christmas."

"That's right," Scrooge said, turning from the ghost.

Poppy stayed silent for a minute as Scrooge walked a bit from her. "You know," she said, floating in front of him, "the past can hurt, especially yours. But, you can also learn from it."

"'Learn?'" Scrooge repeated. "How can I learn anything from that?" He threw his arms at the darkness behind them.

"That, I'll leave to the Ghost of Christmas Present," Poppy said.

"The Ghost of Christmas Present? How will that help? That ghost is in...well, the present!"

"He will help you know what you can learn from your past, Ebenezer," Poppy said, smiling at Scrooge. "Trust me, he's good that way."

"But-"

A small flower bloomed on the bracelet Scrooge didn't notice the ghost was wearing. It dinged. "Ooh! Hug Time!"

"Wait, what?" Scrooge asked.

"Hug Time!" Poppy said, pulling in closer to Scrooge with her arms extended. She wrapped her arms around him. "Doesn't this make you feel better?" she asked.

"Stop. Touching. Me."

"Three, two, one," she counted down, watching her bracelet. The flower closed and she let go. "That's the end of our time together, Ebenezer," Poppy said. "I hope that when you learn something, it'll be from the Ghost of Christmas Present."

"But-"

"Our time is ended, Ebenezer. Good luck!" She winked as she faded from view.

"Wait!" Scrooge called as he reached for her. The darkness vanished, instantly, and Scrooge was lying on the floor in his bedroom, as he tripped on the lantern. Scrooge moaned and pushed himself off the ground.