February 25th, 2010
M8s! Where have you been M8s? I thought I couldn’t see you about on the ship!
“I’m inside a Big British Castle,” he report. “Calling you to say that there’s something unfolding down here on the surface. My colleague, the Spirit of Christmas Present, seems to think you’d be interested. Chris Kringle – the young version of him, from this time – seems to have arrived alone on the surface. We don’t dare speculate what he’s planning to do, but whatever it is, he’s in real danger. We’re not safe even inside this castle, and he seems to just be trudging about in the snow outside! Something ought to be done.”
“Where did you find a castle?” go old Snater.
“There’s a feller here called Stephen!” M8s answer, and in the background someone go “just coming!” and m8s go “no it’s ok I was just telling them you’re here” and he go “o.”
“Anyway Stephen! – no, just telling them again – is tending to his dog. It’s been having some problems with its glands, been leaving a bit of a mess about the place. He happens to live here in this castle, so I thought it would be good shelter against the cold and the monsters.”
“Fair enough,” say old Snatter. “But where is my younger self?”
“Just outside, I saw him go past, over in that direction. If you can help in any way, please do. Overanout!”
and the screen goe off.
Old Snatter stand slowly, looking at… me! O noe wait, at something under me. Oe! The pedestal! The special controls in the middle of the bridge! They’re working! For the first time in years and years, Pilky has made them light up! And I’m stood on it, woops! Sorry old Snatter, I’ll bodge up a bit.
Snatter look at pedestal very seriously, then reach into him coat, and draw out…
…a dirty-looking version of the Galactic Power Coin zordon gave him all those years ago just before he died! poor old zordon 
but Snatter doesn’t look like he wants to be holding this coin. Him looking at it like it’s a nasty thing. So he put it forcefully down and turn to everyone else.
“Everyone,” say old Snatter. “I know that it’s Christmas Day, or it’s a few weeks since Christmas, or it’s hundreds of years ago, depending on your perspective. I know you’re exhausted, and looking forward to a nice long rest once we get out of this. And believe me, nobody deserves it more. But… we’ve got ourselves one heck of a problem here. Our whole world is in trouble. Big trouble. If I don’t do something… I don’t even like to think of what could happen.
“I know that we win the day here, but I don’t remember how! I’d been through a lot that day, so many hundreds of years ago, and I didn’t have all my faculties about me – even my skills of present-giving had left me. Somehow, I survived that day, and I like to think that maybe it had something to do with me.
“…I mean me, old me. This one. So I’ve got to do something right now, even if I don’t know what!! Can I do it for me?? Can I do it, for little me?? OF COURSE I CAN!! YO!!”
old Snatter go racing out of the room shouting “YO!!” and as him buming voice yo off into the corridor, everyone starts getting up and following him!
Off everyone run!