“Frost!” Paul called out, catching up with me. “I think you should go talk to Specter One. If he doesn’t already know what you did, he will soon. You should beat him to the punch and confront the matter directly, be honest about it. There may be less consequences that way.”
“What is he going to do, kill me?” I rolled my eyes.
“Listen to me, there’s more to it than that.”
“There’s always more to it,” I retorted. “Live for yourself unattached to others, get sentenced to a century as a ghost. Save a soul every Christmas, it’s just a matter of time until they go bad again. Try and help someone before they even become a Scrooge, and they fire you. Life, afterlife, it’s all one big monkey’s paw and I’m sick of it.”
I spun back toward the incoming ski lift just as a snap of wind surged behind
