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If I had anything to give ya, I would give it to ya. But I don't, so I wont.

--Phanny

"I guess this is where I'll put ya." Danny opened the creaking door of one of the inn rooms so that Sam could step inside. The musty, gray room took her by surprise compared to the places she'd seen and stayed in all her life. The two twin beds were covered in gaudy floral print comforters, the floorboards creaked at the slightest step, and cobwebs covered the corners of the room and the small light bulb in the center. Sam gave it one more sweeping glance and smiled at Danny.

"It's perfect." She told him.

"Really, now?" Danny asked curiously, "can't have seen too many fancy places if you think this is tops."

"Er--no, I haven't." Sam recovered quickly, "I haven't--had the pleasure of staying and those types of places."

"Really?" Danny seemed to look at her skeptically for a flash of a second before his expression recovered. "Eh, stuck-up rich folks don't like us ruining their, uh, property values, was it? Eh, I dunno, they never seem to be happy with anything. Here, you take what you get and you like it. Or else."

"Or else what?" Sam asked, but Danny began to walk towards the next room, twirling his ring of keys idly. "Hey!"

"What?" He looked back at her, grinning.

"Or else what?" She asked more firmly.

"Or else Boss gets ya." Danny finished quietly. "He gets everyone, eventually. You ain't happy with what ya got, he gives you something…what he calls a 'present'. Something you really don't want, and you'll probably never be able to get rid of."

Sam was now curious at the boy's nervousness. "Like what?" she stepped closer to him slowly.

"Like Old Man Jenkins. He wasn't happy with the ladies so Boss gave him, like, X-Ray vision, I guess. He can't turn it off, now he can barely tell where anything is anymore. That, and it works on men, too."

Sam shook her head. "You're pullin' my leg, Danny Fenton."

"Believe what you want, lady." Danny crossed his arms and walked into the next room. "I know what he does, and you'd better not cross him." He said quietly.

Sam snorted. No ghetto boy was going to fool her into believing some story.

"Hey! Up!" Sam was barely aware of someone shaking her awake the next morning. As she opened her eyes, sticky with sleep, she saw a tall, redheaded girl looking down at her. Sam almost thought she was back at home, she would have never expected to see such an elegant looking girl in The Pits. The girl's teal eyes looked down at her warmly. "My brother told me to wake you. I'm Jasmine, by the way. Danny's sister."

"Mmhmm." Sam sat herself up and rubbed her eyes wearily. "Whass he want me for?" She asked sleepily.

"I dunno," Jasmine shrugged, "he just said 'go get the girl who came in last night, I don't care how you do it.' So I woke ya up."

"You wouldn't mind if I gave your brother a good kickin', would ya?"

"I would," Jasmine smirked, "that's my job." She took Sam's hand and lifted her off the mattress. As Sam tried to smooth her wrinkled skirt and blouse, Jasmine began to leave the room without waiting for Sam to follow.

It took Sam a good five more minutes to fully wake up and haul herself out of the room. The inn didn't look quite as festive in the daylight, and as Sam walked down the creaking flight of stairs, she saw that the speakeasy itself was nearly empty, save for a few early morning patrons. Jack Fenton, the innkeeper and owner of The Ghost Zone, was talking to his wife behind the bar, and Danny Fenton himself sitting at one of the tables, talking to his sister.

"You wanted to see me?" Sam asked, clearly not pleased at being awakened before at least eight o'clock. Danny smirked, passing off her annoyed tone and standing up to meet her.

"I did, ma'am," he gave another bow, like the night before, feigning chivalry. "If you plan to stick around, I feel I ought to show you around."

"Oh really?" Sam queried, "and what makes you think I'll be sticking around?"

Danny's face fell. "Will you?"

"Well, yes," Sam admitted, "but I will have the last word here, Mr. Fenton."

Danny put on a worn fedora hat on his head and opened the door of the building, holding it open for her. Sam stepped out into the slightly chilly air, and he followed. Sam noticed that The Ghost Zone wasn't the only thing that looked better at night.

Danny saw her stare and smirked. "It ain't no Chicago, but it's home."

Sam smiled slightly. "It's got a charm to it."

"You better stick with me," Danny told her, "Boss likes to go, uhm, huntin' every once in awhile. Don't let him catch you alone."

Sam rolled her eyes, but nodded. Danny frowned and shook his head. Why bother?

Suddenly, Sam saw Danny's breath fog in the air, and she heard a panicked cry from an alley.

"Help!"