He was about ready to pull out his hair, he was so frustrated with his human half. Why wouldn't Danny listen to him? Why didn't he get up and go look for the sorce of the bizarre pull that he felt tugging at him?

He'd already determined what was causing the 'pull'.

It was a human. A very strong, very aware, psychic.

Which was just lovely to the phantom especially since psychic's walked the line between life and death.

But that wasn't why he felt such urgency to find said psychic. No, he felt rushed to find the sorce because his power was fading and he needed to feed off of a stronger energy than that of normal humans like Tucker and Sam.

If he didn't, he would disappear and Danny would die...

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Danny flopped down on his bed and sighed in relief.

It appeared that his ghostly side had decided to take a break from driving him stark raving mad for the moment. Which was great since it meant the painful throbbing ache that had been building behind his eyes was slowly but surely fading away.

He buried his face against the mattress and focused on the sound of Tucker's voice as he hummed while he unpacked. The two of them would be sharing the room that they were in for the next week in a half until it was time to go home to Amity Park.

"Hey Danny, why didn't Sam's parents let her come on this feild trip again?" Tucker asked in curiosity. Danny lifted his head and pushed himself upright so that he was sitting on his heels on the bed.

"They said that Sam couldn't come because there were all sorts of unsavory people in Vegas and one of their deeply rooted fears was that she might come home married and pregnant."

"Those two need to chill and leave Sam alone." Tucker said as he shook his head.

Danny chuckled and shook his head but said nothing. It would never happen. The Mansons were severe control freaks who were still trying to turn Sam into the perfect lady. Something that Sam would rather kill over than allow to happen.

She liked thinking for herself and being independent. And her parents would never change that no matter how hard they might try. Still if Danny knew his friend any, her parents were paying for denying her the chance to escape them, at this very moment.

"So what's first on your agenda?" Danny asked Tucker subtely trying to change the subject from Sam and her wrath since it was enough to send chills down his spine.

Tucker hung up a shirt then looked at him and got a thoughtful look on his face. "Dunno. I picked up a couple of activity brochures while I was checking in-" Tucker said as he dug his hands into his back pants pocket and pulled out what looked like at least a dozen pamphlets. "And the casino has all sorts of things that we could do if you're feeling up to it."

"Name off a few and I'll let you know." Danny said as he shifted his weight so that he could get his legs out from under his butt. He was starting to go numb in areas where guys should never go numb.

"They have mini golf, a swimming pool, karaoke, five lunch and dinner buffets, an alien convention, an Elvis convintion, an horror movie appreciation convention-"

"Ohhh, horror movies. Sounds like fun."

"I know-" Tucker said in a hyped tone before clearing his throat and reading off a few more. By the time he was done Danny had already planned out what they were going to do.

"Okay, first we'll hit the horror movie convention-" Danny said after a second or so.

"Then the buffet."

"Then we'll hit the alien convention-"

"Then the buffet."

"Then we'll go do some mini golf and then karaoke-"

"Then the buffet."

"Then we'll go back to the horror convention again-"

"Then we'll hit the buffet again!" Danny looked at Tucker who was already grabbing his things and getting ready to go. Danny chuckled again and got up off of the bed and ran his fingers through his long jet black bangs then looked down at himself and frowned.

"Hey Tuck. Do I look okay?" Tucker stopped what he was doing and looked at him and made a humming sound as he was once again in awe of just how much Danny's looks had changed in the past few months.

Danny was wearing his normal jeans, a black T-shirt with the white and pale green DP insignia on it that Sam had had made specially for him several months ago when he'd hit his growth spurt and went from five foot five to six foot four and had his body fill out a little bit more.

Going from nearly pathetically thin to athleticly muscular.

His hair was a little bit wilder looking. Trimmed as short as humanly possible in the back and left long in the front so that he could hide his eyes easier just in case he lost his temper and they flashed to green.

His face had been pale earlier. And it still was.

But at least he looked like he was getting some of the color back in his face.

"Yeah man, you look fine." Tucker said as he grabbed the room key and tossed it to Danny. Danny snatched it out of thin air and quickly pocketed it knowing that Tucker had given it to him in case he started to feel bad again and needed to come back to the privacy of their room to rest until he felt better.