"Hey, Danny . . . ?"

"What?"

"Can I ask a quick question?"

" . . . sure, Sam, as long as it doesn't involve you roping me into helping with your PETA programs and all that."

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with that."

"Then shoot."

"How many roads must a man travel down before he admits he is lost and finally asks for directions?"

"SAM!" Danny Fenton groaned, even as his best friend Tucker Foley cracked up in the backseat.

The four of them - Tucker, Sam, Valerie, and himself - were puttering along in the hybrid Danny's parents had finally broken down and allowed their now-20-year-old son to buy (with his own money, of course). Despite a rocky beginning, the four were now a closely-knit group of friends, hard to break apart at all. Also, they were conveniently seperated into two couples - Tucker and Valerie, and Danny with Sam.

It'd been a good 6 years since the accident that had changed their lives forever - Danny had had a . . . mishap with one of his parent's invention. The result was Danny Phantom, the half-ghost half-human superhero who saved Amity Park (their hometown) on a regular basis. 3 years, since the Disasteroid incident and Danny's hard-kept secret was revealed to the world.

Now, as college freshmen all attending Michigan State University (a good couple of days' drive from Amity, if you were bored enough to keep track), New Year's Eve was rolling around . . . and the four had decided to return home for a visit before classes resumed.

This meant . . .

. . . a road trip.

And Danny and Tucker were holding true to the myth that men can never ask for directions, especially when lost.

"I'm just askin' . . ." Sam grinned despite herself, causing Valerie to join Tucker in laughing.

Danny sighed. "Let's just . . . find an inn for the night, okay?"

Two days later, Danny was the driver again, and Sam had re-commandeered the passenger seat (again landing Tucker with Valerie in the back). They rode in silence for a fair number of hours, until Sam finally asked again:

"How many roads to you need to travel down now before you admit you're lost?"

"147."

Silence in the car, in response to Danny's answer.

Tucker finally broke it with a "Huh?"

"147. The answer to Sam's question. And don't worry - I'm still working on getting off of number 53 and moving on to number 54, once I find an intersection."

". . . dammit."

A/N: It's not supposed to make sense, if you're wondering. And yes - I am bored.