She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw the inside of her childhood home, with her siblings and her opening presents on Christmas morning. Her sister had one large box towering in front of her. Her brother was already playing with his new train set. Alice saw her younger self tentatively holding a small gift in her left hand. The adult Alice wanted desperately to stop the little girl from opening her gift. She wanted to run into that living room, take the tiny package out of the girl's hands and run away with it, disposing of the cursed item into the deepest depths she could find. But she wasn't sure how her family would react to some random stranger frantically running into their house on Christmas morning. Worse yet, how could Alice explain that she wasn't really a stranger at all? That she was their daughter, all grown up, older than her parents...