He left the building deep in thought. On the off chance that Tucker's PDA was still in working order, or even remotely readable, he had to get his hands on it before anyone else did. He knew full well that the handheld device contained dangerous and potentially incriminating information about Danny, namely his true identity. Sure, it wasn't written in black and white, but as soon as the investigators got a look in, it wouldn't be hard to put one and two together.

Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom; the connection couldn't be more obvious to make.

Not to mention all the ghost-related information on there – ghost related information that, if in the wrong hands, could do series damage to Danny that could even be fatal.

Needless to say, he was very deep in thought. It helped, because it meant that he didn't have to think about Tucker. He didn't have to think about his best friend who lay dead and cold in a morgue with half his face burned off.

So he didn't notice when he almost walked into the petite blonde social worker, flicking through a blue A4 file labelled 'Daniel Fenton'.

"Ah, Daniel, it's nice to see you in person. I'd just like to express how sorry I am for your loss. My name is Annette Jones and I'll be your social worker until you're settled in at your new home." She juggled her hang bag and the files to get a free hand to shake Danny's with.

"Nice to meet you, you can just call me Danny, but I don't understand. What do you mean by 'my new home'?" As if he didn't already know. His phone started vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it.

"Oh! Of course, I just assumed that – Well, never mind, it's not important. When you were born, your parents had to assign a godparent, and they those a family friend of yours." She seemed to be beating around the bush, so Danny decided to jump right in.

"Let me guess, it wouldn't be Vlad Masters by any chance?" He tried his best not to sound put off by this, but he couldn't deny that he was as he knew full well of the risks involved in living with Vlad. He knew that if he wasn't careful, then that monster would be born. Truth be told, he was hoping to avoid the possibility all together.

"Oh, yes! Did your parents tell you?"

"Isn't there anyone else, don't I have any extended family or anything?" He crossed his fingers behind his back. Please, just this one thing.

"I'm afraid not. Why, is there a problem with living with Vlad Masters? It's my job to ensure your welfare as I'm sure you already know, if there has been any indecent behaviour..."

"No! Hell no, nothing like that. I just..." Think of something, "He's a very busy guy, that's all. I heard he'd running for mayor of Amity Park, and he owns so many businesses and all that. I don't want to be a burden, that's all."

"Nonsense, I spoke to him a few minutes ago, he's more than happy to put a roof over your head."

"That figures." Danny said thoughtlessly, before correcting himself. "He's such a nice guy, after all."

She laughed politely, and continued. "I've arranged for you to fly to Wisconsin in the morning, and I've managed to get you a hotel room for the night."

"Why can't I just go home?"

"Oh, honey. Your home is a crime scene. Besides, you're only seventeen and you've just lost your parents. Are you sure home is the best place to be right now?"

Danny was about to open his mouth to protest, but decided against it. There was little point in arguing at this point. After all, his home wouldn't be his home for much longer anyway.

She placed a comforting hand on Danny's shoulder. "Come on, let's get going. We can stop off at your house on the way and pick up anything you need, I'm sure the police won't mind." She winked at him. "And if they do... Well, we'll just have to be sneaky about it, won't we?"

He followed her to a rather large silver Jeep that was taller than she was. It would have been funny had the situation been different. He climbed in and took the seat next to her.

His phone was vibrating again.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" She said as she fastened her seatbelt and started the engine. "It could be important."

He faced the window and rolled his eyes. He had a pretty good idea who was calling and frankly, he just wasn't in the mood right now.

"No one I care about could possibly be calling me." He said solemnly. She shot him a concerned look, before turning her attention to the road.

"Fair enough."

Well, there was one person.