Felix counted down the seconds as he adjusted his glasses and glanced at his clipboard. Sloppy notations filled the margins: Displays bitterness and regret. Reluctant to engage. Replies with Humbug when upset...

Some people count their blessings. Ebenezer Scrooge preferred to count his money, and that’s exactly what he was doing as quitting time approached on Christmas Eve. He’d programmed the holo-projector to...

“One hundred twenty-one, one hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-three…” Scrooge muttered, his thin lips pursed as he stacked the last coin. He paused, squinting at the desk with rheumy eyes. Last time he...

The icy air wrapped around Ebenezer in a death grip. He shivered, watching his warm breath leave his thin lips. The land before him was desolate, with only abandoned buildings to tell of the once lively city...

They found him, arms curved inward as if protecting something, but the fire that left him a charred husk had destroyed what he’d cradled: A Ricky Henderson rookie card, the most precious of all his collection...