My time travel machine, TUTARDIS, yes you heard me right. TUTARDIS stands for: Time Universal Travels And Relative Dimension In Space. I know it's long and doesn't have the same clang to it as TARDIS, but that's what it stands for, and you can't really change that. Now, I know you are thinking, "There is no such thing as a TUTARDIS", (oh and stop laughing at the name!) but then you are actually wrong... Oh well, actually it does only exist one in the Multiverse, so don't tell anyone, I don't want anyone to steal it.

Though, it does exist some void manipulators. They work the same way as the TUTARDIS, but without the protecting casing around you. You often get a little nauseous after you've used it. 'It's a Universe Hopper'. My mum says that normal people, from my planet, can only travel to different realities, not completely different universes.

'So, where was I? Hmm'. Right, the TUTARDIS landed (crashed) by the looks of the text on the computer, in…

"Wisconsin? Huh, never have I landed in Wisconsin before. And I have been traveling much" I said, talking to myself. 'Though it is probably another universe' I walked out of the door, and locked the door to the TUTARDIS. And then, I looked around.

There was a garden that was ginormous, a forest at the horizon and a grey castle. The castle had many windows and a big blue door. It had many towers with golden roof, some that's sticking out of other towers and five green flags sitting in a V-shape, and another five flags that's sitting in a line under the V-shape, but over the door.

I walked up to the big blue doors, and knocked on them. While I waited for someone to open the doors I looked at the machine that I live and travel in, and right now looked like a short but wide tree. A middle-aged man opened the door. He had half long hair in a low ponytail, was dressed in a black costume with a red bowtie and a white shirt under it. I got a feeling I should know who he is.

"Hello I'm Vl-… And what is a teenager like you doing here, at my house, all alone?" he asked in a slightly creepy tone. 'Wait, teenager?' He continued to stare at me when I realised he waited for me to answer. 'Whoops! '

"Um, traveling?" I kind of answered. "Who are you?"

"I am Vladimir Masters" Vladimir answered with his creepy voice. "And just who may you be?"

"I'm Jenna Smith, Mr Maestro" I answered.

"It's Masters" he deadpanned.

"Mr Astro?" I tried.

"No, Masters"

"Mr Johnson?" I tried again. I winced. 'Right, this isn't going as planned. What was his name now again, Vladimir Novice? Um… Probably not…'

"No" He rolled his eyes. "Just call me Vlad if you can't remember my last name or whatever problem you have with my last name."

"So" I pointed at Vlad. "Vlad, and" I pointed to myself. "Jenna, are we clear?"

"Yes… So, well then Jenna. Do you possibly like science?" He asked me. 'Um… what? Where did that come from'

"Um, yes, I, guess?" I answered a little bit put off by his weird question, and I was a little bit uncertain if I should say yes, but curiosity got the best of me. 'Hey, wait, that rhymed!'

"Hmm…" he looked at me in a creepy looking way, as if he was studying me, like I was some kind of dangerous experiment that could explode any minute if he wasn't careful. "Yes. Would you like to see a science project I have in my, well, hidden basement?"

"Well…" I considered my options, going down to a hidden basement for looking at a science project that possibly doesn't even exist, or just say no, walk away and wondering for the rest of my life what the project was. It was an easy choice. "Why not, just looking at a project won't kill me" I answered with a small smile. 'I'm a grown up woman I can take care of myself'

"Well then, follow me." He waved at me in a follow-me gesture. I followed him to a fireplace with a painting of himself over it. He walked over to a small golden statue of a rugby ball, and pulled it towards him. Soon the painting slid to the side and revealed some stairs going downstairs. We walked down the stairs to a lab, he went first and me in second at my request.

The lab was lit up in a dim purple colour, there were many things in the lab, but the most notable thing in there was probably some kind of pentagonal hole which had many cables hanging and lying in it. Beside the "hole" there was some kind of container with a glowing neon green liquid. I was just going to ask Vlad about it when he explained:

"It's called ectoplasm" at my completely lost look he continued. "the green liquid beside the should-be-ghost-portal." He looked a bit disappointed at the last statement. 'Should-be-ghost-portal?'

"Wait, what do you mean with 'should-be-ghost-portal'?" I asked after I had processed what he had said.

"Well, it doesn't work! That must be reason enough for it to be a should-be-ghost-portal, isn't it?" he exclaimed.

"Um, yes?" I asked quietly to his probably rhetorical question. I decided to try and change the subject. "So, do you live here all by yourself? I mean, it is an enormous house, and it would be quite lonely in this kind of big house but I didn't see any kind of indication that someone else lives here when we walked here, like multiple shoes, clothes, hats, pho-tos…" I stopped when I noticed he looked at me weirdly (like how I look at Clara when she begins to ramble…). "Sorry, got a little carried away there. Heh, heh…" I smiled sheepishly. "So, what is it that makes it not work?" I asked in hope of averting his attention from me.

"I am not sure. Maybe it is just a normal fault, like the wiring somewhere is wrong. You could take a look if you want, but put on a HAZMAT suit first, there might be one in your size in that closet under the stairs" he sounded more and more tired when he talked. He began walking back upstairs. Meanwhile, I walked to the stairs and found a suit that seemed to suite me, it looked fine, but…

"Why does it have a skirt on?" I ask suspiciously. 'Didn't he say, no, he didn't answer the question, But I did notice that he didn't have any photos of his kids or wife or any other family member. Soo…' My train of thought (It went about 164 km/h) was interrupted by Vlad answering, standing almost on the top step.

"…Why wouldn't it?" he hesitated. "And for your information" he cut me off before I even got the chance to reply. "I have no idea why there is a skirt on it" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't even remember putting a HAZMAT suit with a skirt on in that closet…" he mumbled to himself.

"Eh… I think I'll just put this one on…" I said and waved faintly with the mostly white suit. The gloves, boots, belt and a sideways M or W that looked a little bit like the Greek letter sigma; Σ, was black. I put it on above my clothes (and made sure that I didn't feel strangled by the collar) and approached the hole in the wall. In the hole it was dark. It was very dark. There was probably an 83% chance of me either falling over a cable/uneven flooring or pressing/pushing a button/lever.

I loved it.

Though, I couldn't shake off the weird feeling in my upper stomach. You know the feeling when you feel like you've done/will do something bad, or something bad is about to happen. Against all of my instincts I walked up to the should-be-portal and began to examine it. 'Maybe things are going as planned; get information about things!' I grinned and walked deeper into the dark hole.

Maybe I should have told you a little bit more about myself. Well, I would've described myself as a dog loving, happy, interested and a little bit adventurous girl. Maybe a little bit hyperactive at times, but not that often. I might've been a "teeny-weeny" bit clumsy (stumbling over nothing), but not really that clumsy (keep telling yourself that).

I was or at least should've been a 39-year-old girl (well woman) with British accent, dark brown hair and eyes. My hair was very long and a little bit wavy; it went down to my upper thighs and almost looked ginger at the ends. 'The ends must be about 10 years old!' Underneath that weird HAZMAT suit, I was wearing a blue T-shirt and a pair of white pants, and socks with white and dark blue spots.

I tried to look around in the dark hole, but it was hard to do so. It was just so dark. I almost tripped six times, but thankfully didn't fall. 'Is that a blue or a purple button? Wait, is that even necessary to know? Don't think so… Hmm maybe it's green.' I decided to not press any buttons, something this advanced and just have had literally 8 minutes to look at it, my chances of making it out unhurt, were pretty low.

I continued to look for unplugged wires, bad wires, destroyed wires, burnt out wires, water, water stains, even salt, anything that could have anything to do with the portal not working. Anything. Alas, I found none of the sort.

You remember me telling you before about how I was a tiny bit clumsy? On top of that, I must have like the worst luck in the Multiverse, so my day was going pretty good for being me, until now at least. I saw the wire. I planned to step over it. But did it happen like this? No. I tripped over the wire, and it felt like my hand moved in slow-motion towards the previous button. I couldn't have taken my hand away if I so wanted to.

Good news: I found the fault with the portal.

Bad news: I turned it on. While I was still in it. It turned on with electricity. I can barely survive a lightning bolt (trust me, it has happened), but that is over quickly in reality (it feels like an eternity though). This though, I know is much longer.

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my first story. I really appreciate every single one of you who have read it. There will at least be as many chapters as there is episodes of Danny Phantom, so stay tuned for more hopefully pretty soon. Right now I just have the first sentence of the second chapter (not that great, I know) so the next chapter will at the soonest be up in about 2 weeks. Soonest. Well, if you find any errors, be sure to review to let me know, or PM me if you want, I'm alright with that too.

Have a great day!