The bell strikes once, twice, three times. Logan waits with an increasing sense of dread.

There's a shuffling sound behind him and Logan turns to see a figure draped in black. A hood covers the spirit's head, making him look like a faceless, nameless monster.

Logan stands up. He approaches the spirit, reaching out to pull the hood back from his face. He had already known who the third visitor would be, but it still gives him a jolt after all these years to look into his uncle's face.

"So," he says. "You're the ghost of Christmas future."

Uncle Noah nods slowly.

"I guess you're here to show me some phoney visions. So shall we get on with it?"

The spirit nods again. As he does the scene around them changes.

They're in Roman's apartment. Roman is rearranging the tinsel on the Christmas tree. He looks almost content. Logan can't remember ever seeing his son this relaxed. There was always an undercurrent of fear when Roman was in his father's presence, even when they were happy together.

Gerri enters the room and hands Roman a glass of whisky. "Time to start drinking."

"Thanks, Mommy." He takes the glass, rattles the ice cubes, and drinks.

"How are you doing?" asks Gerri gently. "I know today is difficult…"

"It's fine." Roman shrugs off her concern. "I'll go and see Ken later."

"Want me to come too?"

"Sure, if you really want to."

Gerri reaches out to thread her fingers through his hair. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Merry Christmas, my love," she says.

"Gerri Christmas to you too." She rolls her eyes as he kisses her.

"Can we move on? I might throw up," Logan says. He looks around and notices that they're now in Shiv and Tom's apartment.

Shiv is pacing up and down, holding a bundle in her arms. The bundle has tiny tufts of red hair, just like Shiv did as a baby.

"Shiv has a baby?" Logan is genuinely thrown off guard. He watches as his daughter soothes the infant, who can't be more than a year old.

"There, there," Shiv is saying, sounding softer than Logan has ever heard her. "We'll go and see Uncle Kendall soon."

There's no sign of Tom, but there are photographs on the wall of the couple together, some of them with the baby. Shiv is now lowering her daughter into a crib.

"They're… fine," says Logan slowly, watching the two of them. "They're better off without me." It gives him a great sense of sadness to think that he'll never hold his granddaughter.

The scene around them is dissolving. Logan wants to stay with his daughter and granddaughter, but when he looks around he's outside, in the dark. They're standing by the mausoleum that Logan recently purchased with Connor's help.

"Why are we here?" he asks. Noah says nothing. There are footsteps and loud voices approaching along the footpath to the mausoleum.

"We'll come back another night with tools," a young man is saying, to another man of about the same age. "Now we know where he is."

"How are we going to get in?" the other man asks. "You got a key to the mausoleum?"

"We'll smash our way in. Gonna piss all over that grave." The other man laughs gleefully.

"Whose grave are they talking about?" Logan asks, although he already has his suspicions. Noah still doesn't reply. "I'd forgotten what a sparkling conversationalist you are."

Their surroundings change again and they are no longer outside. They are inside the mausoleum, looking at a row of tombs. Logan steps forward to examine the name on the tomb directly in front of him. His name, carved in big stone letters.

"Oh no!" Logan gasps and clutches at his chest. "That's your big reveal? That I'm dead? That people want to piss on my grave? Oh, I'm devastated. Except wait, I already fucking knew that, so what's the—" But Noah is shaking his head and pointing at the name on the tomb beside Logan's. He looks closely and can see, in lettering matching his own name, KENDALL LOGAN ROY.

No. No.

Logan reaches out to touch his son's name. The tomb is cold to the touch.

"What happened?" he asks. He looks at Noah, who remains silent. "Tell me, you bastard."

"He took over as CEO after you died," says Baird's voice behind him. Logan spins around. "He wanted to make you proud. He became, if possible, even more ruthless and cruel than you. He drove everyone close to him away. Even his own kids didn't want to see him any more — sound familiar?"

"And it didn't really make him happy," another voice adds, and Logan turns to see Rose standing in front of him. "Because all he ever really wanted was your approval, and he never got that."

"In the end it was all too much." Baird concludes the sorry tale. "He threw himself in the Hudson."

"I didn't want — I never wanted—"

"What did you want, Logan?" Rose asks. "You taught him that being CEO of your company was all that mattered. You promised it to him when he was seven years old, remember? He didn't know how to be anything else."

"Okay." Logan nods, stumbling against the tombs. "You've made your fucking point. I know I've been a bad father — a bad human being. And it's too late to change any of that. But please. Please don't let this happen."

The voices have started up in Logan's ear again. There's a dead cat in the corner of the mausoleum for some reason, and he steps in front of it so Rose won't see it.

"Please… Rose." He throws himself down at his sister's feet. "Surely you can see I am changed. Please, let my son live."

"The past cannot be changed, brother," says Rose gravely.

"This isn't the past. This is the future. It can be changed." Logan fights back tears. "I beg you. Spare my son. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" asks Rose.

Suddenly Logan knows what he has to do. "Yes. I'll… I'll take the same punishment as Lester. Put me in chains. Send me to Hell, I deserve it. Just spare my boy."

"Is the correct answer." Rose actually smiles.

Logan holds out his arms and waits for the chains to wrap around them. Deep down he's always known it would come to this. He can never atone for everything he did in his life. All he can do now is sacrifice himself to save his son.

He closes his eyes and waits.