Danny stomps off into Mr. Lancer's class. Too bad he had an assigned seat beside Sam. She'd be casting death glares his way the entire class. He sighs, entering the classroom. He sees Sam's seat is empty, but shrugs. 'She's probably sulking towards the class right now,' Danny thinks, taking a seat. He sets his books on his desk only to have Dash smack them to the ground. Papers fly everywhere.

"Hey!" Danny wails, getting up to pick up his papers.

"So, Fent-unpopular," Dash begins, looking smug, "where's you goth girlfriend?"

Danny scowls up at the jock. "She's not my girlfriend." Danny snaps.

"Don't get testy with me, Fenton." Dash threatens.

Danny rolls his eyes. "Leave me alone!" he growls.

Dash grabs the front of Danny's shirt and raises a fist. Danny flinches, putting up his hands to block Dash's upcoming blow. "Class, take your seats." Mr. Lancer says as he enters the room right as the bell rings. Dash tosses Danny into his chair before stamping off. "Ow," Danny mumbles sourly. He looks to Sam's seat; it was still vacant. He frowns, where was she?

Lancer's class goes by slowly. Danny falls asleep twice, receiving a shout from Lancer and a smack on the head from Dash. The bell finally rings and Danny scuttles out of the class. He approaches Tucker, keeping an eye out for his goth friend.

"Hey, Tuck, you seen Sam?" Danny inquires.

Tucker looks up from his PDA. "Uh, no. Why? Wasn't she just in Mr. Lancer's with you?" Tucker says.

"Well, she wasn't in there. And I have a bad feeling about it." Danny mutters to his pal.

"Chill, dude. I'm sure it's nothing."

As if on cue, Danny's ghost sense goes off. "Sure, it's no-othing." Danny mocks his friend. "But I'm betting the culprit starts with a 'g' and rhymes with toast."

Danny races into a nearby room and transforms into his ghost alter-ego. He flies out and zooms after the specter who had just phased into Sam's locker. Danny flew in after it. Several bangs are heard and dents pop out of the locker. Danny flies out, holding the ghost by the front.

"What are you doing here?" he growls, raising a glowing hand threateningly.

The ghost laughs mockingly at the teen before phasing out of Danny's grasp. Danny scowls, flying after it. He soars above the school and meets the ghost.

"What are you doing here?!" he asks again.

"I'm here for you, boy." the ghost cackles.

"What?"

"I'll tell your little friend you said hi," the ghoul sneers before disappearing into nowhere.

Danny gasps, flying back into school. Danny phases in his locker and steps out. Then Tucker attacks him with a multitude of questions.

"What did you make on Lancer's test? What's for lunch? Did you find Sam? What was up with that ghost? Who was that ghost?" Tucker sputters.

Danny answers the horde of question in order.

"F. Chicken patty on yesterday's noodles. No. I don't know. One of Walker's goons."

Tucker's eyes get wide as he asks,"Why is one of Walker's minions doing here?"

"I wish I knew, but I'm sure he's got something to do with Sam." Danny says with a shrug.

"...Hey, what's that stuck to your shoulder?" Tucker asks Danny, noticing the piece of paper.

Danny reaches for whatever Tucker saw on his shoulder. It was a folded piece of paper. Danny reads it aloud, "If you want to see your spooky friend again, you'll have to follow our rules."

Danny immediately knows who it is.