I was quite surprised when I woke up this morning, found my notebook, and discovered that this was legible, as I wrote it at 1:30 in the morning.


Danny, currently in his rather confused phantom form stared back.

Sam stared some more. And some more.

"Danny?" She finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" Was the hesitant reply.

"Why don't your eyebrows turn white like your hair when you go ghost?"

Danny blinked, "I have no idea."