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Jazz felt her heart break as she watched Danny turn invisible and take off for home. She felt like curling up and crying, but she knew Danny needed her to stall as long as she could. Should she pretend that she was just as surprised? Should she try and convince their parents that they had been tricked? That it hadn't been Danny? She didn't know. She wasn't sure she was up to grade A acting right now, but Danny needed her. Honestly, after three years of this, she would have thought it would be easier. But then again, they hadn't ever really suspected Danny of being Danny Phantom. But now? How could she possibly convince them that he wasn't when they had seen him transform before their eyes? So, despite it being very childish in her opinion, especially for a nineteen year old, she ran. Sure, that was exactly what she had told Danny to do, but his life was possibly at stake. Still, she didn't have the energy to lie.

She dashed to the parking lot where her car was parked and jumped inside. She wasn't sure where to go. But wherever it was, she just hoped her parents would follow her. Fortunately, having to choose between following an invisible target or a visible one, her parents decided to follow her. She drove around town, trying to seem like she was going somewhere, but she didn't know where to go. How would she know when Danny was gone? She glanced at the clock in her car and decided she would just have to trust his common sense and assume that he would be gone by the time thirty minutes had elapsed. By the time seventeen minutes had passed though, Jazz couldn't stand waiting any longer and headed home. Thank goodness traffic is so bad, she muttered to herself as the traffic ate up another fifteen minutes. When she arrived home, she dashed inside and shouted, "Danny! Mom and Dad are here!" She felt both sorrow and relief when no reply came. He was already gone; he was safe. But he was gone; she wouldn't get to say good bye.

Her parents burst in shortly after, but Jazz was already at the top of the stairs. She went to her room and shut the door. She knew a torrent of questions would follow soon, but thankfully her parents were more interested in searching the house at the moment. She sat down at her desk and looked down at her psychology books. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't help reaching for the top book. She wondered if any of her books dealt with the effects of having your parents out to get you.

As she opened the book, a folded piece of paper fell out from between two pages. Jazz put the book down and opened the note. Tears filled her eyes as she read the note. A smile crossed her face. She read through the note several times before she put it down. Then, realizing her parents could burst in at any moment, she carefully hid the note inside one of her binders of old school research papers.

She walked over to the window, tears still in her eyes. "Be careful out there, little brother," she whispered.

Sam leaned back in her chair. She had been on the computer for nearly three hours now. She looked over at her clock. It was well past midnight. Yet, she couldn't possibly even consider going to bed. Not when Danny was out there, running for his life. She sighed and reached for the keyboard again.

Anything?

Nothing. I don't think anyone managed to get any video of it.

Well, there's at least one good thing.

Sam sighed again. She and Tucker had been IM-ing the entire time she had been online. Both of them had searched high and low, but no one seemed to have caught Danny's transformation. No one except his parents. Even though they clearly cared about whether any one else had seen, their main objective had been to try and find anything that would tell them where Danny was now. A clue he had left them, an email, a message, anything. But, so far, they had nothing.

Sam glanced at her phone. She had already considered texting or calling Danny, but every time, she had come to the same conclusion: if she did text or call Danny, and he didn't have his cell, his parents would most likely pick up or read the text. And that would only lead to more trouble. If Danny had his phone and was in a position where he could use it, he would.

Sam's computer dinged, and she looked up.

You should probably get some sleep. Danny knows how to contact us.

Sam sighed. She knew Tucker was right. She logged off and climbed into her bed. She squeezed her eyes shut, Please be ok, Danny. Please.

Danny eyes shot open. For a second, panic grabbed him. Where am I?! Then he remembered. He rolled off the bed onto the floor and just sat there, leaning against the bed. He was scared. Come on, Danny. Pull it together. You weren't this freaked out yesterday, so why are you now? He knew the answer. Everything had happened to fast for him to really process it. He hadn't really had time for it to sink in. Now, reality had dawned on him, along with a horrifying revelation. What if his parents never got over it. What if he could never go home. He looked over at his bag, still on the floor. Somehow, when he was packing, this had all felt like a trip, like it was temporary. Like when he was little and broke the lamp in the living room. He had hidden in his closet until his mom had time to cool down.

He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. What was I thinking. I can't go home. Who knows what they'd do? He stood up and grabbed his bag. His heart sank as he realized he didn't have his phone. Idiot. How are you going to know when you can come home now? He kicked the bed angrily. Well, one thing left to do. He grabbed his bag and his room key and headed to the front desk.

"Excuse me, where's the nearest library?"

Danny felt a little silly going to the library. An airport made more sense; they had pay phones. But, he wasn't sure where the nearest airport was, and he felt like it was more likely for him to recognized in an airport since there would be people there from all over the country. No, a library was safer. He walked in, thankful it was a week day. Most people would be in school or at work. He chuckled to himself as he thought of what reason might be given to explain his absence at school.

He soon found a computer that wasn't on the library's online catalog and quickly opened his email. No new messages. Why haven't Tucker and Sam contacted me? It occurred to him that he never logged out of his email on his laptop. His parents were probably watching to see if he used it. Any email he sent could be read by them. He groaned. IM was fairly easy to track, or so Tucker told him. What could he do?

"Um, mind if I use that when you're done?" a voice asked.

Danny jumped in the chair and spun around, but the words got caught in his throat when he saw who it was.