Setting: The Oval Office, this week. A misty figure appears.
Visitor: Hey, Barack! Whatcha doing?
President Obama (continuing to look at a briefing book): I'm picking the turkeys to pardon this year. Who names a turkey Francine? I mean, really? (Looks up abruptly) Who are you?
Visitor: I'm you. In 20 years.
Obama: I'm looking pretty good! But isn't this more of a Christmas thing? You know, Ghost of Christmas Future …
Visitor: It can't wait. I need to talk to you now.
Obama: What's so urgent?
Visitor: Clemency. Forget the turkeys. You need to use the presidential pardon power to get people out of prison. You need to do it now. It's all I think about some nights — the people I didn't get out who now are old men like me. I — you — didn't do enough. We didn't save everyone we could.