. . . Phantom, also known as Invisobill and the Ghost Child . . .
Stifling a yawn, Maddie paused in her typing for a moment. She moved to continue writing once more but ended up halting; staring at what she had just written as her heavy eyelids peeled back in an expression of dawning realization. Ghost. Child. A child that was a ghost.
The lab suddenly seemed very empty, a void that not even the humming of the many running electronics nor the faint wind-like sound emitting forth from behind the closed doors of the Ghost Portal could fill.
In the wee hours of the morning, left to recording her research and her wandering thoughts, Maddie Fenton – ghost huntress extraordinaire – had an epiphany, and she did not think that she liked it. Nevertheless, the thought had taken root firmly and it was with a sigh that she minimized the Word document and popped up the internet where she made a quick search.
What she was looking for was none other than pictures of the infamous Danny Phantom. And she found them, and quite a few, although not as many as she had hoped. Maddie was quickly disappointed by the quality of them also; most of them were poorly shot, a result of your average civilian using a mediocre camera or a cellphone that could take pictures combined with the fact that the elusive ghost always seemed to be moving.
Despite this however, she could see what she had been looking for: that Phantom was very young looking, probably only into his early teens. No, he could be any number of years now; he had died in his early teens most likely.
That struck her to the core, almost enough to startle her into waking up completely. A child so young! People – children of all ages included – died every day and everywhere, but it was nevertheless so wrong. She wondered how he had died. An accident? Illness? The stupidity of a testosterone-driven teenage boy? Or . . . Maddie shuddered at the last thought that occurred to her. It couldn't have been murder or suicide, could it have? So young . . . in fact, he appeared to be the same age as her son.
Knowing that she would not be able to work anymore, Maddie put the computer on stand-by and left the lab. She headed upstairs and stopped in front of her son's room, where she carefully opened the door and poked her head in. She smiled at the sight of him, tangled up in his blankets as he slept and looking disheveled as if he had been tossing and turning, although he slept contently now. The Fenton matriarch tip-toed into the room carded a hand once through his shaggy hair, noting absently to herself that he needed a haircut soon. Staring down at her son, Maddie couldn't help but notice that he looked remarkably like Phantom, and she wasn't sure what to make of this observation.
Eventually, as she left the room and headed down the hallway to her own, Maddie decided that she was thankful that her son was still alive and pushed the thought of any similarities between her son and the Ghost Child she and Jack disliked so much out of her mind. She could not imagine how she would handle either of her two children dying, and wondered how Phantom's had.