The holidays are close to ending and it’s time to start packing away your decorations. In a stroke of bad luck, you drop an ornament (or other small bauble) and it shatters. Inside was a strange, glistening dust that you accidentally inhale. You are immediately met with a strong hallucination of a previous holiday memory. It only lasts for a few moments, but it feels like you are back in the memory, reliving it. It seems so real but when it ends, you are back in the present with no trace of the dust left in sight. Which holiday memory did you relive, and how do you react to being torn from it?

Drew was helping out around the house, while his parents and aunt were out. One of the things he had to do was unhappily serve his sister Dria hand and foot – she was back from the hospital, after the massive animal attack, and could barely move her arms they were bandaged so. So, he had to literally feed her and it seemed she was taking too much joy from this. When he was not being her personal servant, he was taking down Christmas and New Year’s decorations. Currently, he was taking down the tree, rather the tree decorations. As he gingerly stretched to reach the star tree topper, Dria rang her bell for his service.
Drew’s hand jerked in surprise and knocked an ornament off the tree – he heard it shatter as it hit the floor and winced. He looked down to see which one it was, ignoring Dria’s comments. It looked to be the commemorative they had made with Mom, Dad, Dani, Dria, Aunt Dia and even Gran and Gramps, that Christmas, that Dria vanished. Right now, it would be great if Dria just vanished, he thought angrily. There seemed to be strange glistening dust among the glass slivers. Drew grabbed a broom and dust pan and started sweeping up the mess. The dust clouded and suddenly he was away.
He was eleven, having just arriving home from the family Christmas trip in Egypt. But Christmas this year was wrong. His twin sister had vanished without a trace on the plane. He’d been crying for three days, and felt like he could cry no more. Aunt Dia was entertaining six year old Dani, his younger sister in the kids’ wing of the house. Meanwhile, police were all over the main wing of the house, tracing phone lines and trampling over the rugs. Mom and Dad were with them, and Gran and Gramps, had come home early from their cruise to help.
All of a sudden, Drew could not handle it any more. Christmas was a lie, Santa did not exist. He got up, marched over to the tree and smashed to it the ground. Everyone stared. And then it happened. Gramps had his fatal heart attack and died then and there. Drew felt horrific pain and anguish that was the beginning of his problems – he had caused Gramps’ death. He began zooming back to the present. Aunt Dia took Dani away, to help their parents better search for Dria and help them care for Drew, or was it to protect her from Drew? Gran moved out and refused to speak to any of her children or grandchildren for years to come, especially Drew it seemed.
So many harsh memories left Drew saddened. But as he came back to the future, he realized one thing. He never wanted to lose anyone again, especially his twin, especially by his own hand. The dust was gone, but the memories remained. He cleaned up the mess and went to help her, telling her how grateful he was for her. And he was. Which made her ask what happened to him, to which, he told her the entire story. She was very saddened, having not been told about Gran and Gramps. She then replied thoughtfully, “I guess whatever force is out there guiding the Scouts, Knights, and Cats, thought you needed a little reminder… and me as well.”