Disclaimer: Do I look like I own anything? No...
The young man was sitting on the park bench, his head in his hands. Sorrow flooded through him as he thought of all the unfortunate events that had passed so quickly. So quickly...
"Come on Danny, hurry up!" Sam Manson cried, as she ran up the hill.
"Oh be quiet!" Danny changed into his ghost form and sped past the laughing young woman. He stopped about 10 feet away from her and taunted, "Now who's the slow one?"
Sam growled and ran even faster. Danny just laughed and flew ahead even more. When he thought that they were far enough, he tried to stop... But he kept on flying... No matter how hard he tried... He JUST COULDN'T STOP!
The ghost boy desperately attempted changing into his human form, but to no avail. Sighing in frustration, he stopped struggling and looked around to see where, exactly, he was going... And discovered that he didn't know where he was! He had gone to a completely different place. "Boy, this is definitely NOT Amity Park," Danny muttered to himself. Instead of the park where he and Sam had been "running" in, Danny was now speeding through tall, cold, metal buildings. The sky was dark, a huge difference from the bright, sunny sky he had recently left... Sam! Was she still at the park? Was she searching for him? Worry engulfed Danny...
Hours had passed, and Danny was practically near tears. He was homesick, and didn't know what was happening. He basically just sat back and tried relaxing as much as someone can relax when going through all that. Suddenly, a scratchy voice sounded in his ear. "Hellooo, Dannyyy... We are sorrryyy toooo sayyyyy that your beauuutifulll Ssssam isss gone forevvvvermorrrrre..." The voice cackled maliciously, evil obvious in the tone.
Danny whirled around, panicky, yet alert. A ghost had caused all this? He put his hand in his pocket, searching for his ecto ray and the Fenton Thermos, but it was nowhere to be seen. Anger coursed through the halfa, because he had been dragged out to who knows where, because his Fenton Thermos was gone, and Sam... Was she really lost forever?
Emotion streamed into Danny's thoughts, his thoughts of his beloved Sam, and their happy times. In his ears, he heard a demented cry, and suddenly, he was back at the park, back in his human form. He was back! Was it all a dream?
"Sam! Sam! Saaaaam!" Where was she? "Samantha Manson!"
It didn't work. Sam was nowhere to be seen.
Danny dropped down onto his knees, not caring that he was getting his jeans dirty. The same jeans Sam had given him for his birthday... Sam...
Now, days had passed, and Danny still didn't know what to do with himself. He had gone back home a couple of times, but life had lost its meaning for him. Just like Sam had been lost...
Danny barely knew what had taken place that day. He remembered, but was it all real? How could he have lost her? How?
And far away, in lands uncharted by man, Samantha Manson screamed, "Danny! Helpppppp..."
A/N: I know, it's crazy, but oh well. This is dedicated to one of the most wonderifirous people in the world, Kim! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!!!