Simon: Legend has it that ghosts walk in church yards on Christmas Eve. Well, actually, I misspoke myself. They're not ghosts, they're fetches... souls of those destined to die in the coming year... making their way to church in search of those who will be their companions. Of course, it usually happens at midnight.
Frank: Who are you?
Simon: Let those blessed with a special perception who might not have to wait until nightfall.
Frank: Why would that concern me?
Simon: There's no telling whose face you might see. Why put off 'til tomorrow what should be done today? It is, after all, the midnight of the century.