“who are you?” she cried.

“i am the ghost of christmas future,” the figure said, sweeping an arm to reveal a scene, the woman crying over her dead son.

“oh no,” she said. “what happened?!”

“you happened,” the figure said, “when you refused to vaccinate your child because you’d rather your child be dead than have autism.”

the woman gasped, being thrust back into the present. “oh my god,” she weeped to her husband. “the vaccinators threatened to kill our child unless we give him autism!”