The first thing that Danielle noticed as she woke up was that she was asleep in a hard wooden chair. The second thing that she noticed was that she was apparently hand cuffed to the armrest. Needless to say that caused her to panic for a good five minutes until she took a good look at the kind of handcuffs that restrained her. "Oh, Fenton Works," commented Dani as she changed back into her human form to allow the cuffs to unlock.

Rubbing her wrists she took a look around the room at a gaudy flower vase on a table, an antique Persian rug, and a small upright piano. It looks like one of the parlors in momma's house. She had no idea how she had gotten here the last thing she remembered...

A hand wrapped tightly around her throat,

Another at her temple glowing with deadly pink energy,

Her parents kneeling on the ground and looking upwards,

Looking with hatred in their eyes at the man who owned these hands…

Danielle stumbled and gripped the table's edge, knocking over the vase. How this could have happened? how could he have won? Her parents were likely imprisoned somewhere and who knows how much time had passed since then. She began to hyperventilate at the thought that her parents and aunts and uncle possibly being dead. Taking a deep breath she turned to the piano. As silly as it was, playing some kind of instrument always soothed her whenever she was on the verge of panic. Though the cover had creaked when opened and it was slightly out of key the old upright was exactly what she needed. Taking one last fortifying breath and flexing her stiff fingers, she sat down and proceeded to put all her sorrows into a song.

Maddie Fenton was always a fighter and a woman you would definitely prefer being on your side during a fight. Before the ghosts took over the world she had hunted them with a zeal that put her prey's obsessions to shame, and was known to utilize black belt level martial arts and an assortment of deadly weapons. She had gotten more bitter and hardened after both of her children went missing right before the invasion, but circumstances had finally brought her and her husband to realize that ghosts were just as emotional and advanced as humans.

Part of her always wondered what would have happened if she had acknowledged the fact that some ghosts were good and had agreed with her children about Phantom before finding out the fullest scale what he was protecting the town from.

Lost in such thoughts she nodded to her husband signaling that she was ready to take her turn guarding their mysterious prisoner when the soft sounds of piano music met her ears. Carefully opening the door she peered inside to see, instead of the female phantom lookalike, a small human girl playing the piano as tears streamed from her eyes. Quietly she put a hand to her com-link and whispered, "Fenton M to control center, you're not going to believe this."

Maddie inched further into the room, making sure to stay out of the girl's line of sight as she studied her appearance. The child was slightly malnourished but otherwise healthy, dressed in a blue hoodie with a red skirt and grey leggings. The sneakers on her feet tapped lightly in time with the song as the lights of them flickered slightly with the last dregs of battery life. Her hair was night black and pulled into a messy ponytail as her baby blue eyes shown with tears. She looks just like Danny, Maddie thought and she had the unconscious urge to comfort her and dry her tears. Just as she was about to speak, Jack and the other resistance leaders burst in behind her causing the girl to jump back and instinctively transform into the mysterious ghost girl that had been locked here.