It was an unseasonably cold and calm night in Amity Park. The date was November 7, and Danny Fenton knew something was going to go awry on this eerily peaceful evening.
He was pacing in his room as he had been for the past hour, in a roughly regular circle, a pattern interrupted only by repeating detours around piles of clothes and other stupid useless teenage stuff. His room wasn't as clean as it could be, but it certainly wasn't wallowing in the darkest stages of filth. Danny's distracted gaze swept over his unmade bed, which still had his backpack from school thrown on it.
"I should do my homework." He said to no one in particular, shoving his hands in his jean pockets in a musing sort of way.
Let it be said that Danny did indeed consider abandoning his nervous pacing in order to enlighten his brain with work. Let it also be said that his consideration did nothing.
He sighed, ruffed his fingers through his unruly hair, and stepped closer to the window. The sun was very close to slipping over the horizon, painting the evening sky with a rather foreboding shade of purple. Danny could still make out the dark outlines of downtown Amity Park. For some reason, on his town's most peaceful night..he felt on edge.
That feeling had been on him for the past week, about. He was always ready to snap at someone or something, always ready for that rush of cold, azure air to come flying from his mouth. Ready for a ghost attack that hadn't happened for about two weeks.
"What's wrong with me?" Danny murmured, giving his head a vigorous shake.
His fingers found themselves running through hair again. Some people bite fingernails, some chew pens, but Danny Fenton messes up his hair.
Then all at once, it happened.
That familiar, chilling burst of cold air ripped from his soul and shot out of his mouth..while at the same time a specteral blur flashed past his bedroom window.
Finally, some action
There was no need to yell out any battle cry, not now. Danny allowed himself a grin as he charged the railing, and leaped out across it, already in his ghostly form.