He doesn't have to anticipate the next Ghost's arrival for very long.
Presently, soft strains of a Christmas carol begin to drift through the air. They grow stronger and louder, until the source finally reveals itself in a corner of the room.
The Ghost finishes his song with one final flourish of his bow.
He bows.
"Mr. Wayne. A pleasant evening to you, my good man."
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Presently, soft strains of a Christmas carol begin to drift through the air. They grow stronger and louder, until the source finally reveals itself in a corner of the room.
The Ghost finishes his song with one final flourish of his bow.
He bows.
"Mr. Wayne. A pleasant evening to you, my good man."