It was a sterling night when it came to the stars. Glistening, seasoned, without any whiff of new problems in its sight. And because of the lights above, Amity Park glowed in its silent bustle, as hustlers and teens moved around a magnificent symphony of cityhood. One of the many hills surrounding the area has an oak tree, around as old as the city itself. It survived not because the people wanted to commemorate the creation of cities like Amity Park, but in spite of it. If the city cared at all, they would've let it burn.
In a similar fashion, two teens were sitting on the branches of this historic tree who would've also been burned as witches by such a vengeful society. They watched the city bustle as they relaxed in each other's arms, not a worry in their head. She laid her head on his chest, sighing an all-too-satisfied sigh when he started nuzzling her hair with his chin.
Then the boy started rubbing the girl's arms slowly, small carresses here and there until the lady's senses were on pinpricks and she yearned for a release. Any type of release, she thought to herself with a sly grin.
"Stop it, Danny," Sam said, giggling a bit as the boy started to tickle him.
"Alright," he said, hugging her tighter and pushing her closer to his body.
"The city looks beautiful today, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. The stars really give this city a nice, classy look."
"And hey, the first night in a while where there's no crime happening," Sam pointed out, "so we can really, REALLY enjoy this one for the whole night."
"What do you have in mind, Sam?" Danny said, looking down to her.
"Oh, I'll release it to you later," Sam said, with a wink.
Suddenly, a loud beeping sound came from Danny's other phone, and though Danny was loathe to answer it, he picked it up and looked at the message.
His body stiffened at what he read.
Sam looked up to him and asked, "What happened? Is the world in danger again?"
Danny didn't answer. He took Sam, and carried her down the tree. After picking up their bags, Danny kissed Sam passionately, and turned into a ghost to fly away to the Fenton's house.
Duty calls, I guess, Sam thought
She was right. Very much so.