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Walker: I am your judge, executioner, jury, executioner, jailer, and if necessary your executioner.
Danny: You said executioner three times.
Walker: I like that part of the job.
Fast-Shootin' Fenton!
"Please tell me this is someone's idea of a joke." Even as he looked around at his wide-eyed classmates, Danny knew the hope was futile. Unnerved, he turned back to the wall, studying the picture again.
Taking a closer look, he noticed that the boy in the photograph looked a little older then he was, maybe sixteen or seventeen. Other then that though, the resemblance was uncanny right down to the wide, easy grin on Daniel's face.
"I don't…" Sam said, looking between the picture and her best friend. "It's doesn't… How could… Why?"
Why indeed. Danny said wryly in his head, running a hand through his hair. Suddenly his nice, relaxing break for his chaotic life was going straight down the tubes…
Emma shook her head. "This is just too weird."
"There you guys are!" trotting over, Jane stopped in front of the group, her eyebrow rising when she realized that everyone's attention was elsewhere. Turning, she gasped when she saw what the teens were staring at.
"Oh, wow…" She said, blinking as she looked between the picture and Danny. "I thought I knew you from somewhere… Guess I just didn't make the connection before because you were dressed differently…"
"Fast-Shootin' Fenton?" Sam read, shooting Jane a curious look.
"He was a gunslinger raised here in Harmony." Jane explained. "And he was good, too. Almost scary, what he could do with a gun… There's one story about this contest he and Buck— they were friends back then— got into when they were thirteen to see who the better shot was. Daniel won when he managed to hit a thimble in mid air from eighty paces away."
"Nice job Daniel." Emma said looking at the photo.
"Huh?" Danny said.
"I'm talking to the picture." Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"If he was so good, why'd he stay in this dump." Dash sneered, shooting Danny a pointed look.
"He didn't." Jane said. "Daniel disappeared right after the death of his first love, and his fiancée."
"Come on, Jane." Henry chuckled as he joined the conversation, making a few kids jump. "You're getting ahead of yourself. That's no way to tell the tale of Fast Shootin' Fenton." Beside him, Mr. Lancer looked alarmed at that statement.
"I beg your pardon?" He said, looking over at Danny accusingly.
"I didn't do anything!" Danny defended himself immediately, a little irritated. Henry frowned between the two, apparently not making the connection right away. After a moment or two, though, he finally noticed the resemblance between the man in the black and white photo and the teen in front of him.
"Well I'll be…" He said with a low whistle. "I thought you looked familiar…"
"You never told me you had a famous relative, Danny." Sam said, her tone borderline accusing.
"Guy's, I don't think he's the only one…" Emma said, voice quavering, pointing to the picture next to that one on the wall that no one noticed. It looked exactly like her. The girl wore the same exact dress she did, down to the choker and the ribbon in her hair. She stood proper, hands folded in front of her, with a smile on her face, but her brown eyes (Emma could tell even thought the photo was black and white) sparkled and glowed with mischief, not unlike Emma when she was happy.
"I didn't know!" Danny defended himself. "Dad never said a word about it…"
Which is weird, because normally it's hard to get him to shut up about stuff like this. Danny finished in his head. Frowning, he studied the man in the picture again, trying to shake off how unnerving it felt to look at a man who was so similar to him in appearance.
"You're right, Miss. And you can't tell the story of Fast-Shootin' Fenton without tellin' the story of Poor Nightingale." Emma went and stood next to the picture of the girl, and Danny stood next to her, in-between the pictures. She read the name plate, standing off to the side. "Emma 'Nightingale' Turner." She read aloud, softly, but enough for other's to hear.
"Well, Fast-shootin' Fenton was a very mysterious character." Henry said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Very little is known about him… when he was born, who his parents were… Heck, for a long time no one even knew it was him fightin' off the bandits and train robbers coming through Harmony. People just called him the Phantom Slinger…"
Henry paused here when Sam was suddenly overcome with a violent coughing fit, glancing at her in wary concern until she'd recovered. Danny, in the meantime, was white as a sheet, looking more then a little shaken. Emma smiled slightly.
It's just a coincidence… He reassured himself hastily, swallowing against a lump in his throat. I mean, Phantom's a really common nickname, it's not like I have it trademarked or anything… Though Tucker was definitely working on that.
"Anyways." Henry continued after Sam had reassured everyone she was fine. "Fenton wasn't what you'd call popular growing up, and only had two known friends. One was Buck Jones, who would grow up to be Black-eye Buck, and the other was the daughter of the Saloon manager, and an ancestor of my and Jane's— and Sammy here, for that matter— Gwendolyn Viper. Those two were the only ones he confided with his secret double life."
Here, Henry pointed to a second picture hanging on the wall, of Daniel Fenton and two other people, all in their early teens. One was a larger boy, built very burly with a sun worn face and a wide grin. He was dressed simply, obviously a farmer or something of the sorts, and had a fishing pole in his hands. The other was a girl, her long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail, save for the strands framing her face. Freckles spotted her tanned face, and she smiled into the camera with a confidence that belied her simple, dusty dress.
More frightening, though, was the fact that only a few details kept the girl from looking nearly identical to Sam, who drew in a sharp breath when she saw this. "Danny…" the Goth hissed, casting the boy a worried look. "It's just a coincidence!" Danny insisted under his breath curtly, giving her a look that dared her to challenge that statement. Sam rolled her eyes, but let the subject drop.
"Of course that was before Miss Nightingale came into the picture. Her father was a musician and played his guitar as she sang for the audience, songs she wrote herself. And let me tell you, she was one of the prettiest girls on town, and more than once did her father have to beat back someone with his guitar." Henry chuckled at that. "Now, you see, her nickname was Nightingale, because of her sweet singing, her real name was Emma Josephine, Jo for short, Turner."
"EJT." Emma gasped. She looked over at the picture, and saw something she hadn't noticed before, "Oh my gosh!" She ran over to the picture, looking at the green jewel on Nightingale's neck-choker. Her jewel. Emma pulled out the jewel and turned around, putting it on the choker. Now, she looked completely identical to the picture.
Jane gasped slightly but Henry continued. "Well, Then here's where Fast-shootin' Fenton comes in. He caught her last two songs every night, and as she came off the stage, he always said, "You sounded amazing." Then she'd thank him, and he'd leave, practically disappearing into the night."
Jane interrupted Henry, saying breathlessly, "That's when her songs became more, love oriented. So sweet and sad…"
Henry coughed, and continued, "Well, soon after that, while he and his two friends were out tryin' to catch some robbers, a mysterious figure, wearing what looked like a red cloak, like the ones women used to wear in the winter, appeared with the hood up, so as to hide their identity. The person was stopping them, and they appeared to be talking to the robbers. Well, then it seemed that the robbers were getting away, when BANG!" All of them were shot dead in their tracks. Well, now 'Phantom Slinger' and his friends looked over at the cloaked figure, and saw a red-clothed arm holding a smoking gun."
Henry smiled, "This kept happening routinely, cloaked figure hiding their face comes, bad guys get talked to, then, bang, bad guys are dead. Then at night, Fast-shootin' Fenton watches Nightingale sing her heart out." Henry kept going. "Then, one night, Fenton and Company were hiding from a bunch of robbers, getting ready to ambush them, but they got caught. And lo-and-behold, who comes out of no where to save them, but the cloaked figure. After that, they realized that the figure was helping them."
Henry chuckled, "Then the figure took off the hood, and who was it but Nightingale! After that, Nightingale gave up playing peace-keeper, and fought alongside young Daniel instead. She made a name for herself as the elusive, Mistress DeFinity." Emma started hacking, but quickly recovered.
"Soon a love began to truly blossom between the two of them, and people started seeing the two talking together, and walking and chatting, and assumed it was good that the two had become friends, for young Nightingale was an outcast among to society of women, and surely needed someone to talk to. Of course, no one really figured out what was going on."
"When Fenton was in his late teens, he was exposed as the Phantom Slinger and forced into the media spotlight. Things got really nasty after that, and Fenton even considered skipping town and starting over somewhere else, but Nightingale told him-"
"Daniel, you aren't afraid of lookin' down the barrel of a criminal's gun, and yet you're afraid of some grateful townsfolk.' As was written in her diary." Jane told them.
"Fast-shootin' Fenton realized she was right and agreed to stay with her. But still nobody knew of the love the two heroes shared. But then the Gold Family moved into town in May of 1881."
Danny grimaced when Henry motioned to yet another picture before glancing at it warily. Luckily, none of the people in it resembled anyone he knew. Still, his eyes were immediately drawn to the girl in the picture, who was a little older then him.
She looked delicate and refined, a true model of what a girl was supposed to be in that era, dainty and polite. An expensive-looking dress (Much like the one Sam was currently wearing) adorned her, and her fair colored hair (Danny couldn't tell for sure, but guess she was a redhead.) curled loosely around her face, framing it perfectly.
"She looks pretty." Danny observed half-heartedly, knowing he had Emma, earning a grin from Henry. Emma looked at Danny, Danny looked at her and smiled at her reassuringly.
"Many thought so too." He confided to the group. "That's Lunette Gold, Lord Richard Gold's sole child and heiress to the Gold family fortune. Now Lord Richard saw Fenton as sort of a local celebrity, and chose him to marry his daughter. Of course his daughter agreed immediately, because she liked Fenton too. But Fast-shootin' Fenton and Nightingale were not happy at all. That's when they told of how much they loved each other, hoping that Fenton wouldn't have to marry Lunette, but to no avail."
"I'm guessing they didn't live happily ever after…" Danny said, remembering Jane's earlier comment.
Henry frowned. "Lord Richard decided to make the two have a showdown, a duel to the death." Emma grabbed Danny's hand, and they shared a look with wide eyes.
With a sigh, Henry continued, "Lord Richard had heard of how well the two handled guns-"
"The women gossiped that Mistress DeFinity was great with a gun, maybe even better than Fenton himself." Jane put in.
"The way the duel worked was that if Fenton won, he married Lunette… But if Nightingale won, she would have to marry the stable boy, a nasty young man, poor, with no appreciation for women what so ever. Poor Nightingale got the short end of the stick either way."
Henry paused for a moment and Jane had no input at all, but looked at the ground sadly. "As they faced each other at sundown, they shared one last kiss," Emma squeezed Danny's hand, "They walked their twenty paces marks and drew their guns and turned to each other. Nightingale looked at Fenton, and Fenton looked back. He shook his head slightly, but Nightingale raised her gun and shot, the bullet passing his ear so fast her heard it." Danny squeezed Emma's hand this time. "Fenton looked up at the girl he loved, raised his gun and shot her right between the eyes."
Everyone was looking at Danny and Emma now. But mostly Danny.
Henry continued, "Fenton just turned around, not looking back, and walked up to Lord Richard, who stood on one of the porches, and agreed to marry his daughter. With no emotion in his voice, he agreed to what the duel proposed. But in Lord Richard's journal, he wrote that there was such hate in that boy's eyes, that he feared for his own safety. But Fenton was smart enough not to act on his anger."
"But there was something else wrong now. You see, Fenton and Buck got into a big fight not long after Lunette's arrival. We're still not completely sure what it was about, but the two childhood friends became bitter enemies from that day on. So when Buck heard about Lunette and Fenton getting hitched, he just about snapped. Apparently, he kidnapped Lunette and killed her in cold blood, hiding her body where no one could find it. Fenton went ballistic when he heard, and ended up confronting Buck about it. It turned into a gunfight, and Buck was shot dead in the streets. After that, Fenton disappeared, and no one's seen or heard anything of him since." People shot Danny curious looks here, and the blue eyed boy blushed at being put on the spot.
"I've never heard anything about any of this before." He said apologetically. "I mean, Dad's told me millions of stories about my grandfather and great-grandfather, but he's never said a word about a Fast-shootin' Fenton…"
"Neither did mine," Emma spoke up, "I never knew, but I really wish I did…"
"I'm sure it's all just a coincidence." Sam intervened. "Anyways, we should probably get started with that tour now, right?"
"I guess…" Jane said, shooting her cousin a curious look. "Alright then, if you'll all follow me…" Danny paid no heed to his classmates as they followed Jane and Henry out of the room, his eyes fixed on the face of his supposed ancestor with a small frown tugging at his lips. Emma stood beside him, still gripping his hand, as if frightened.
Events shall go full circle until the end is rectified…
"Emma? Danny?" Jumping, Danny wheeled around to meet concerned violet eyes. Grimacing, Danny dismissed the strange words and sighed before he turned his attention to the unasked question in Sam's worried glance.
"I'm fine." He assured her with a forced smile. "Come on, we'd better catch up with the group." Emma ran along beside him, releasing his hand. Looking a little troubled, Sam followed her friends as they started towards the rest of their class.
Fine my butt. She scoffed in her head. Sighing, she silently wished that Danny would just drop his pride every once in a while and admit when he was worried about something… I'll talk to him later, when he's not so defensive. Maybe then he'll tell me what's wrong. Satisfied with this decision, Sam pretended to concentrate on the artifacts around her as her cousin rambled on about them, not taking in a word of it.
Danny, in the meantime, was trying to shake off the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck.
Get a hold of yourself, Fenton. He scolded mentally. Who would be spying on you anyways? Your miles away from any ghosts… smiling slightly, Danny shook his groundless worries away, and smiled at Emma, who was gesturing for him to come over excitedly, determined to enjoy every minute of this rare break he'd been offered…
"Look, it's an old Winchester!"
Emma gasped as someone grabbed her shoulder, and whirled around to look at Jane. "Oh, God you scared me there!" Emma said, smiling and putting a hand over her heart.
"Sorry, My dad wanted me to show you something privately. Come on!" Jane said, grabbing the girl's hand and running along down a hall.
They reached a door and Jane opened it, and turned on an old lamp. She walked over to a glass case and brought Emma over. "This is all the information on the story of Fast-shootin' Fenton and Nightingale." Emma looked down at the old General Store style case, and saw that there were a couple old books, and some loose music paper with lyrics in handwriting eerily similar to her own.
Jane opened the case and pulled out a Red leather-covered book. "Red was Nightingale's favorite color."
Emma giggled, "I can kind of tell." Jane handed her the book.
"This is Nightingale's diary. We were thinking you might want to read up a little bit more on Nightingale's life." Emma gasped at Jane.
"Really? Thank you!" Emma said thankfully.
Jane pointed to the music paper. "Those are the songs she wrote." And she pointed to the other book. "This is the journal of that horrible Lord Richard. We book marked the page where he tells about the way Fenton looked at him after Nightingale's death." Emma nodded. Then Jane moved the light and pointed to two pairs of guns. "The ones on the right were Nightingale's; on the left were Fast-shootin' Fenton's. We weren't able to find the jewel she owned, one of her few prized possessions." Jane lifted the lamp, "And it turns out you have it." The two girls gave little laughs.
"I'll read this during the week." Emma told Jane, who nodded.
Emma looked at the music paper. "Hey, do you think I can borrow that?"
As everyone sat chatting in the Saloon, getting ready to eat and sitting with their friends, Danny turned to Sam, "Hey, where's Emma? She kind of disappeared during the tour."
"Dunno. Maybe she's getting something from her room. She lucky, her job makes it so that she has no roommate. I'm stuck with Paulina." Sam sighed.
"Hey it's not that bad." Danny said smiling.
Sam snorted "Yeah right. And it's going to rain Abyss Corduroy Fleecy Tees." Sam said in a mock-Paulina voice.
Jane sat down next to Sam. "Hey guys." She said with a smile.
"Hey Jane." Danny and Sam chorused.
"Um, Jane, do you know where Emma is?" Danny asked.
Jane just smiled and pointed. Danny turned to see Emma, approaching the edge of the old Saloon stage. His eyes widened, as well as Sam's. All the boy's and girl's (but mostly boy's) attentions were on her.
Emma smiled, and said in a distinctly southern accent, "I'm gonna be singin' a couple of songs here tonight, s`that okay with you?" She yelled out over the crowd of teenagers, letting herself slip into the feel of being Nightingale.
A couple of guys shouted "Yeah!" and one wolf whistled. Danny went to stand up to see who did that, but Sam held him down.
"Okay then!" She said, "But first, who here can play guitar?" A ten boys raised their hands.
"No, really." There were a couple of chuckles as three boys put their hands down.
"Okay then, who can actually play well, and not just sound like they're atteptin' to air-guitar?" A lot more laughs echoed when four more boys put down their hands. Pointing to one of the three remaining boys, she said, "You there, boy. You get up here." The boy stood up and ran to the stage, climbing up. Emma handed him a guitar and what looked like old music paper. "You think you can play that?" She asked loud enough for everyone to hear as she leaned down to where he sat at the edge of the stage, holding the guitar. The boy nodded shyly and replied softly. "What? I didn't quite catch that." She said, causing a couple of people to chuckle.
"Yeah." The boy voiced louder.
"Good." Emma said and straightened up. She walked over to face the audience as they ate.
Then the guitar music, slow and sweet.
My heart is torn in two,
Can't you see it,
Bleedin' out on your hands.
You've caused me so much heartbreak,
So I'm here to take a stand.
The guitar played on a little bit.
Our life's not fun and games,
Can't you feel it,
They're taking you away from me,
So please hold on tightly,
They will see, They will see.
Through the mountains and the valleys,
There always is a place for you,
Beside me there are tales untold,
To show them what we do.
Now you hear this bird's sad cry,
Now tell me what is your reply,
Quick, before they catch you at my cage,
If you want to know what happens next,
Then you have to turn the page.
Oh my love is clear, My feelings pure,
Now tell me now if you adore,
The face lookin' at you from behind these bars,
I hold your hand to send a message,
To say that I'll be here,
So now I say, "Have no fear,"
When all those criminals clap and cheer,
For one day you won't be so fast,
That's why we have to make this last.
So sweet my love would seem to be,
If there was a place for me,
At your side forever and again,
But all that's keeping us apart,
Is everything we are,
Every life we lead,
Won't come back to me.
So never choose to end it slowly,
Make it fast and true,
So all the pain is gone,
Before any of the guns have been drawn,
For life is everything but what we knew.
Oh, I'm just a bird stuck in it's cage,
Waitin' to spread it's wings and Fly-y,
Come set me free,
Come set me free…
The guitar faded off and there was a large amount of applause and a couple more cheers. Danny smiled. He didn't know why, but he felt that song had been written for him.
Henry leaned down next to Jane, "Isn't that…?"
"Yup." Jane replied. Henry stood up and nodded. "I thought so." He turned and walked away.
Sam and Danny raised their eyebrows at the exchange. What…?"
"You'll find out at the end of the show." Jane told them.
As everyone ate, Emma sang a couple more songs, three on love (including the first one), one on betrayal, one on reflections of life and death, and one about a certain Phantom Slinger that they heard about earlier. Emma took the guitar from the boy playing, "Thank you for playing." She told him and he voiced loud enough for everyone to hear that he was happy to help, mostly because he didn't want to have to repeat himself.
Emma approached the edge of the stage. "Now for all of those who are wondering, I'd like to tell you that all of the songs I sang tonight were actually written by Nightingale herself." There was a collective gasp. "I know, wow, right? Well, the job I got out of the hat was that I was a singer here at the Saloon, so you'll be hearing different songs every night, is that good enough for you?" There were cheers and even some girls joined in on the shout of "Yeah!"
"That's good cause you're gonna listen to me anyway!" There was laughter among the crowd as Emma exited the stage and went to grab some food before going to sit with her friends.
"Emma, You sounded amazing!" Danny said as she sat down next to him.
"Thanks Danny!" Emma grinned, slipping out of the Southern accent.
Then both of them blanched. They turned and stared at each other. "And he always said, 'You sounded amazing.'" Danny quoted. Emma smiled at her boyfriend.
"This is both weird and extremely cool at the same time." Emma glanced at Sam and Jane and the three girls started laughing. "Though that story was both very romantic and sad at the same time, I loved it. It really broke my heart."
Jane nodded, "Does that to me all the time." She pointed at the choker. "Did you know that Fenton actually gave that to her."
Emma gasped, "That's why it said 'To N.' Instead of EJT." She touched the choker with her jewel now replaced onto it and felt a rush of gratitude. She leaned over and kissed Danny, who blushed.
"What was that for?" He asked, still blushing at Jane's giggles.
"That's a thank you to your ancestor for giving this to Nightingale." Emma giggled and Danny smiled.
"Aw, so cute." Jane said. They both blushed.
"Do we really have to do this?"
Henry chuckled a little at Danny's question, taking in the boy's pasty complexion and sudden case of the shakes. Grinning, the man clasped Danny's shoulder, making the smaller boy buckle at the knees.
"Relax kid." He reassured him. "It's like I told Lancer earlier, these guns and bullets are fake. You don't have anything to worry about, trust me. Just remember to wait for the bell, and hope you hit." Somehow, Danny found that difficult to do with Dash grinning down at him in the same predatory fashion of a cat that had just cornered a wounded mouse.
Emma yelled out to Danny, "You'll do fine!"
After a long winded tour about the Old West, followed by a quick dinner (which was mildly entertaining in Sam's tirade against the lack of vegetarian entrees.) Henry had suggested they wrap the evening up with a standoff between the two elected gunslingers (that they knew of, because no one else knew about Emma's second job) before they hit the hay for the night, which the class was more then eager to see.
Which had led to Danny and Dash standing twenty paces from one another in the middle of town, the rest of the class hovering in the nearby buildings.
Danny's heart hammered as he swallowed to keep the pork and beans he'd just gotten done eating from coming back up, one hand clutching his firearm nervously as he tugged at his collar with the other, wondering blankly why it was so hard to breathe.
It's not like I haven't had a gun pointed at me before. He reminded himself. And those were guns that could actually hurt me, too. Still, those were ecto-guns, and he was in his ghost form. Not facing down one of the nastiest bullies in his school as geeky, clumsy Danny Fenton. Who, by the way, was a fan of Phantom, despite making a sport out of giving wedgies to Fenton.
These were the times when Danny really hated his life…
Before Danny could mull this over any further, a bell sounded to begin the match, and Dash wasted no time drawing his gun and taking a shot at Danny. Acting on instincts of one who has spent a year of being shot at by friends, parents and assorted ghost hunters, Danny dodged to the left before he realized that Dash's aim had been off anyways.
Dash shot again, but Danny kept moving around sporadically to make himself an even more difficult target, yet another trick being hunted had taught him. Still, most of the spectators didn't see it as anything more then geeky Danny Fenton running around like a total coward. A few students even started snickering amongst themselves at how ridiculous the boy looked.
Only Henry, who'd seen these kinds of fights a million times over, realized that Danny's movements were too purposeful for him to be panicking.
"Your friend is one weird kid…" Henry muttered to Sam softly as he watched Danny, not seeing his niece's flinch. "Has he ever done anything like this before?"
"Come on, Uncle Henry." She said, faking a laugh. "How many high school kids spend their spare time getting shot at?" Henry frowned at this, but didn't respond, and his attention was drawn back to the streets below when Dash decided to taunt Danny verbally.
"What's the matter, Fenton?" The jock sneered, obviously getting his kicks out of the situation. "Too scared to do anything but run around like a loser?" Danny stiffened at the word 'loser,' his hand going for his gun before he even had time to stop and think about it.
He drew the weapon and took fire in one quick, fluid movement, and the next thing anyone knew Dash had fallen to a sitting position in the dirt, a vivid red mark in his abdomen and a stunned look on his face. And with the exception of a smirking Sam, the rest of the class seemed just as shocked as he did.
"Looks like you're the loser this time, Dash." Danny snapped, glaring at the boy before turning and starting away. Hitching up her skirts, Sam ran to catch up with him, but Emma beat her to him, despite being behind a few seconds ago (probably from wearing dresses so much, Sam figured) and Emma practically tackled him in a hug, "Danny that was amazing!!"
"That was awesome!" She said gleefully when she was matching Danny's strides. "Jeeze Danny, why didn't you tell me quick draw was genetic?" Any further teasing remarks disappeared when Sam took in the look on Danny's face. "Hey, are you okay?" Emma let him go to look at him concernedly when she said this.
"Fine." He sighed, not wanting to talk about how much Dash's remark had upset him. Sam seemed to accept this, however reluctantly. Emma frowned, and then smiled, "You WON! It was so cool! I wonder if it will turn out the same way a second time…?"
Danny laughed, "I doubt it."
"Well, now that the match is over I guess it's time for bed." Sam reminded the boy, making a face. "Meaning I've got to put up with Paulina as my roommate until morning. That's sure to be fun…" Danny's sour mood disappeared at the thought of the entertainment Sam's living arrangements would bring for him.
"Oh come on, Sam." He laughed. "It probably won't be that bad…" Sam scowled at him before she smile mischievously.
"Well…" She sang out. "I guess it won't be as bad as you and your roomie." Danny blinked at that, looking confused before glaring at her warily.
"What about my roommate?" He asked suspiciously.
"Didn't you hear?" Sam asked innocently. "You and Dash are sharing a room. And considering how mad he probably is at you right now, it's a good thing this whole ghost mess made you a light sleeper." Danny groaned to himself as Sam pranced ahead to join up with the group as they headed to the inn (Not skipped, though. Goths never skipped, after all.)
Emma giggled. "Good luck with that!" Before she ran off and caught up with Sam, who she whispered something to, then Sam laughed, and they exchanged a high-five.
Why me…? Danny wondered woefully as he reluctantly headed in for the night. This vacation was starting to look bleaker and bleaker by the minute…
She sighed in irritation as these new invaders continued decimating her town, disturbing her chances for a peaceful afterlife. Her lips thinning, the girl glared out the window of her room sourly at the group below before her eyes were drawn to a boy straggling behind the others and she gasped loudly.
It can't be… She thought, rising to her feet and pressing a semi-transparent porcelain-colored hand against the glass. It's impossible… it's been over a hundred years…
But there he was, clear as day walking along in the same easy stride she remembered so well, identical to the man she'd loved so long ago…
"…Daniel…?"
