Danger loomed everywhere the ghost boy turned in the state of the art lab, appearing in the forms of massive specter-splitting guns, chemical dipped blades, patented ghost-shielding technology, and hundreds of other features that could reduce him into a quivering mass of ectoplasm and blood faster than he could say "I'm going ghost!"

And yet, he could never feel more at home.

Despite the fact that, as a half ghost, Danny should be terrified to set foot in his ghost hunting parents' lab, the transformed basement had quickly become Danny's safe haven. It was the site of the accident that gave him his ghost powers, both a blessing and a curse. It was where he, Tucker, and Sam had worked tirelessly to condition his powers. It was where he played his favorite video games, compiled research on all of his foes, and was able to dump those he vanquished back into their own Zone.

But beyond all of that, it was a connection he had to his parents. Ever since the accident, Danny had found it harder and harder to spend time with his mom and dad. Any enjoyment Danny would feel during family bonding time tended to be cut short by declarations of hatred aimed toward Amity Park's resident ghost boy, typically coupled with the promise to "rip him apart, molecule by molecule." It had also become increasingly difficult for Danny to find conversation topics which didn't lead to him blurting out stupid things to his parents that hinted at his secret identity.

Danny soon found that he best connected with his parents by observing their sanctuary, which coincidentally was the same as his. Danny loved to examine their plans for new weapons, pour over their research, and test their prototypes. After all, they weren't the only Fentons who fought ghosts.

Sometimes, Danny would tinker with their materials, and by studying their files and blueprints, he was able to build simple weapons for the rest of Team Phantom to carry. Although he was not as gifted in the constructing-ectoplasmic-weapons department as his parents seemed to be, Danny liked to think that they would be proud to see what their son could build. He often wished he could show them, but knew that would only lead to more questions and more risks.

So, until the day comes when he can finally tell his parents the truth, the ghost boy and the deep, one-sided bond he shared with his parents were confined to the safety and sanctuary of the basement-turned-lab.