With a crook in his neck Danny peered into the empty office, the hallways were deserted and sleep had evaded him that night. He peered at the wall clock, watching time slowly tick away. Danny was upset, tired, and hungry leaving him an empty shell of a person. Sam was probably in their apartment right now, drinking warm hot chocolate and watching Netflix. Danny was envious and loathed Sam for not at least comforting him. But that was Sam, over the years she had grown stone cold and just didn't share the love towards Danny that she once had. It was a wonder to Danny why they were still together, was it the money or convenience at this point? Or was it really Danny's fear of being alone?

His family was interesting, to say the least. Jazz was off in college, studying it up in Harvard or Yale to become a psychologist. Tucker was at Virginia Tech becoming an engineer, and Danny was Danny struggling to maintain a balance between ghost fighting and school. He barely passed his classes in high school and as a result could barely get accepted to any college not to mention the financial burden it would cause him, he could barely scrape together the money for his apartment.

"Danny Fenton? The judge will see you now."

Danny was torn out of his thoughts, and slowly peered up towards the speaker. Standing up he held out his wrists, ready for the harshness and coldness of the handcuffs but they never came instead he was lead out of the concrete box with a hand on his back.

"You don't need cuffs, kid. You ain't goin' no where, how was your sleep?"

Danny smiled, appreciative of the light conversation.

"You guys need cots or beds in here. The floor is kind of cold and it's so freezing in here you need heat in here or maybe some central air. At least I know where my tax payer isn't going towards."

A throaty laugh was heard and a large hand patted him quite harshly on the back.

"Dang kid, you're funny and quite entertaining. Makes this job quite interesting."

"Glad I could make your day, old man."

An eyebrow was raised, and chuckle heard.

"Old man? I'm only 38 years old, kid. Got my whole life in front of me. Maybe I'll find the love of my life and raise a family."

A somber look crossed his face and a far off look in his eye.

"I wish you the best of luck in that endeavor. I can only hope you'll have better then me."

A sympathetic pat crosses his shoulders with a gentile squeeze at the base of his neck. Danny internally sighed, and wanted to warm up to his touch and retell his whole life story with the gentile squeezing and sympathetic pat but his mouth closed up and he could only peer straight ahead.

"Sit here kid, the judge will see you in 5 minutes. Good luck, she won't go to hard on you."

Danny sat and waited, it felt like hours and the anticipation was killing him. Finally, his name was called and his stomach lept.

"Danny Fenton the judge will see you now."

Walking towards his attorney, he sat down in the first available chair in the front. Suddenly a door creaked open to Danny's right and the man of the hour arrived. His attorney was noticeably missing, and instead he carried a yellow folder. He was well put together and his hair was pulled back into a fashionable ponytail. The air around him held a certain credibility and comfort and for some reason Danny wanted to hug the man.

"No attorney ?"

"I'll be representing myself, if that's alright with you Judge Canary."

"That's quite alright, ."

His smile was almost contagious and held a certain charm too it. A damaged car flashed across the screen and a shocked Danny followed.

"Please tell me I didn't do that. . ."

Danny muttered, unfortunately he did.