Grrrr-sss!” Someone was snoring big time. “Grrrr-sss! Grrrr-sss!” It was really annoying. “Devin—wake up!” “Grrrr-snf-snk—what?” I woke up just in time to hear the church bell chime a deep single BONG! Scrooge bolted up out of bed. “Was that all a dream, or did it actually happen? Did we really travel in the past with a spirit?” “I’m pretty sure we did,” said Frankie. “And I’m not sure you should have treated the ghost like that.” “Right,” I added. “There are probably rules for dealing with ghosts with lights on their heads, and I’m sure snuffing out the light is not at the top of the list.” Scrooge frowned. “Perhaps, but now it’s time for our second messenger. And let me say, nothing between a baby and a rhinoceros would surprise me very much—oh, dear, look at that!” It was then that we noticed a powerful red light streaming under the door to Scrooge’s sitting room. Even as we noticed the light, a deep and echoey voice boomed, “Come in!
