The last year passed by in a whizz. The perp had been redeemed, and the celebration was coming to a close—it was time to choose the next perp.

Papers were littered on the long table of the Ghosts’ office. The Ghost of Christmas Present sat before them, reading each. He wanted someone different from the rest.

Past held up a file. “He’s attractive. We should get an attractive one, we never do.”

Yet-to-come looks up from his phone. “Nah, he’s mid.”

Present hesitates. “How about an unredeemable?”