A/N: Ever wonder what the crazy lady's story (from Fall From Grace) was? Well, now you get to find out in this chapter. She's back... sort of. Anyway, here is the fourth chapter, have fun, please review, yadda yadda yadda... You get the point.

Free Time

Seventeen hours since arrival

Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long for me to stop crying. When I was done I felt completely empty. No emotions, no thoughts, nothing. I felt at peace. I lied there for hours. Clockwork didn't check on me. No strange breeze touched me. I was left completely alone. I closed my eyes and fell into unconsciousness.

I was alone in a field. The tall grasses waved in a breeze. Trees surrounded the field on all sides. The sun gave off a black light.

I wandered aimlessly. I felt as if I was looking for something. Whatever it was I searched for I couldn't find. There was nothing.

Scratch that. There was something. There was a wolf. A white wolf. It lay dying on a rock. Green blood dripped out of its mouth. Its breathing was ragged and its green eyes were dull. It was about to go.

I stood by and watched. I wanted to see it die. I needed to know that it was gone, gone forever. I couldn't allow it to escape and come back to haunt me ever again.

It drew in a long breath and wheezed. It tried to take another but failed. It coughed up more green blood then lay still. One last spasm took it before I knew it was dead. Gone. It will never trouble me again.

I turned to walk away when it suddenly sat up. I turned around. It growled. Its white fur turned black and its eyes turned red. It lunged at me. I was on the ground, the wolf standing on me. Its teeth came down…

Eighteen hours since arrival

I was in desert. Sand whipped around in the dry air. Off in the distance was an oasis on fire. Trees were toppled by white flames. Life was dying.

I was in a coliseum. On my left were ghosts. One my right were humans. Facing me was a vampire-looking ghost.

"Hello, Daniel. Long time no see," he greeted. His hand came up and he tossed an orb of purple energy at me. I dodged and returned fire. He formed a shield, blocking my attack. "Is that all you got, Daniel?"

"Do I know you?" I asked. "Because if I do then you should know that I'm far from weak!" I formed several orbs and let them loose. Two of them found their mark. 'Vampy' was thrown backwards into the coliseum wall. He quickly got up and charged. I dodged to the right. Once behind him fired more blasts. He blocked them.

"Please, Daniel. Don't bore me. Fight!" He charged again and threw a punch. He caught me in the jaw and I was sent to meet the wall. Sharp pain caused me to scream as my back connected with it. I ignored it as I jumped up and returned the favor. Seconds later I was on the ground wrestling the 'Vampy'. I had the upper hand. I was smaller and even in close quarters was able to dodge better than that big lug.

He yelped as I knocked out his front teeth.

"Still don't think I'm tough?"

" Really, Daniel? Do I need to answer that?" he hissed. "You may think you have the upper hand but you are far from having any control of this battle!"

I was on my back, his hand around my throat. I tried to move but realized I couldn't. My world was going black and my chest hurt. I needed to breathe. But why? I was a ghost!

"Little badger, my little badger. You still don't understand. Then again, you never did."

His grip tightened on my throat. My eyes rolled back. Everything hurt. My world was darkening as night ate at the corners of my vision. One final spasm racked my body before I gave into oblivion.

Nineteen hours since arrival

I woke up with a jolt and quickly scanned my room. It was a dream. It was just a really scary dream. A stupid dream. An unnecessary dream. I'm never going to sleep again. I don't need rest anyway. I'm a ghost.

I got up an opened my room's window. I climbed outside and hovered. The surrounding ghost zone seemed so bleak and empty, so dark and foreboding. Yet I felt perfectly comfortable. I didn't feel out of place. I felt at home.

I sped off in a random direction away from the tower. The landscape blurred as I flew faster and faster. After about an hour I stopped and looked around. I had no clue where I was. Then again, I didn't really remember anything prior to me being apprenticed to Clockwork so I guess this was to be expected. So where was I? Off in the distance I saw a ring of small islands. Some had trees. Some were desert. Some had small mountains growing out of them. Nevertheless, all were in a circle.

Just as I was about to fly off to do some more exploring a certain island caught my eye. It was made of ice and snow. It looked so inviting that I flew over and landed. The snow came up to my knees and a bitter wind blew a cloud of snow and ice in my face. I sighed contentedly and fell backwards into the snow. I gazed up at the green swirling sky. After a moment I waved my arms and legs. My eyes widened.

I jumped up and looked at where I had been laying. I thought the motion had been familiar. It was human!

"A snow angel," I said slowly. While the action was familiar the words weren't. They felt foreign.

The wind picked up and the snow angel vanished.

Twenty hours and thirty minutes since arrival

I turned and flew away from the spot, farther into the ice land. Hills and valleys of snow appeared and vanished as I explored. I even found a frozen lake. Its glassy surface forever stilled by the frozen air.

But that's not what astonished me the most. It's what was beyond the lake that made me stop and stare in wonder. It was a mountain range that rose up into the green sky. At the top was a brilliant glowing light that blinked on and off sporadically. It was a like a lighthouse calling me home. I stood there watching it for a while before pushing off and flying towards it. The frozen wind whipped in my face, slowing my progress. I pushed myself harder to speed up my progress but it was no use. The wind was strong. I allowed myself to drop out of the air and onto the side of the mountain. I started climbing. One hand over the other, I moved along the icy surface. The higher I got, the slippier the ice became. It came to the point where I couldn't grasp anything.

"Oh, popcorn!" I yelled in frustration. Then I paused. "What da? I've never said anything like that before. And why does that sound so wrong coming out of my mouth." I narrowed my eyes both in thought and to keep the debris flying off the top of the mountain out of my eyes.

I shook my head. Whatever. So I said the word 'popcorn'. Who cares? It's not important. The only thing that is important is getting to the top of this mountain. I have to see what's making the light at the top.

I put my hand on the next rock and tried to grip it. It was too slippery. I tried again. Still no good.

I tried flying again but the wind was so strong it nearly sent me sailing back down the mountain. I landed again, clinging to my hand and foot holds. My arms ached and my ears burned from the constant wind.

"This is ridiculous! All I want is to see the lousy light! Is that too much to ask?! It shouldn't be! I am Clockwork's apprentice! I am Phantom! I should be allowed to see anything!"

Amazingly enough, the wind stopped blowing.

Twenty-two and a half hours since arrival

I finally made it to the top of the mountain. My arms and legs are killing me and I can barely hear anything. But, I managed to do it. I made it to the top of the lit mountain and it's all because of who I am. I am Phantom, Clockwork's apprentice, and that is all that matters.

I look around for the light that I saw at the bottom of the mountain. It's no where to be seen.

"Where is it? Where did it go? Don't tell me that I came up here for nothing!"

"Well, you came up here so it must have been for something," a voice says.

"Who's there?" I ask as I glance around.

"Perhaps the light you were looking for? Maybe the wind that nearly blew you off the mountain? I don't know. You tell me." A girl stepped out from behind a boulder to my left. She has long white hair and gray eyes. A simple blue sleeveless dress falls to her ankles.

"You were making that light and the wind?" I ask, surprised. She doesn't look like much. She's about my height and doesn't look very old or wise or anything. She looks simple, yet she sounds sarcastic and smart. Then again, anyone can sound like that.

"Sort of," she says with a grin. "You don't think much of me, do you?"

I shake my head. Well, it's true. I don't think much of her.

"Well, maybe this'll change your mind, Phanny."

Before I can yell at her for messing with my name a bright light engulfs her. When it vanishes a boy is standing in her place. His body is hidden by his black robe. In his right hand is my time staff.

"Tim! What are you doing here? Where is that girl?"

Tim smiles. "What's wrong, Phanny? Confused? Scared? I bet I can scare you even more! Watch!"

Again a bright light flares and when it vanishes an old, ugly woman is standing where Tim and the girl were standing previously. She's hunched over holding onto a cane for support.

I back away, fear welling up in me. "Don't touch me," I say, still backing away from the old lady. She laughs manically. A bright light flashes and she's a beautiful, yet deadly looking woman. She stalks towards me. "Don't touch me!" She stops inches from me. My back is to the mountain wall.

"Hello, my little beauty. Scared yet?" She transforms back into the little white haired, gray-eyed girl.

"Who are you?"

"Vlad knew me as Kristine. Clockwork knew me by a multitude of names. For an hour or two you knew me as Tim, but I don't think that's an appropriate name right now. So, you may call me Phantasma."

"What! No, that's practically my name! And what's with you calling me Phanny? It's Phantom. Got it?"

'Phantasma' puts her hand to her chin and taps it, like she's thinking. "Uh, let me think about that. Um… No. Sorry. You tried to destroy me, so I can't really care. You know? Besides, you're not all that in a bag of potato chips. If I want to take a name that sounds like yours I can. Who are you to stop me or say that I can't?" She turns her back to me and struts to the edge of the ledge we're standing on. She looks out to the horizon. A slight breeze picks up and blows her long hair. "Oh, and did I mention that Clockwork hired me to watch you? I didn't? Oh, sorry I forgot that slight detail."

"Wait, Clockwork hired you?!" I can't believe it! That's twice that he has betrayed me! I can't believe that he let this… thing… watch me! And I don't need someone to babysit me either! I can take care of myself! I'm not a baby!

"Yes, he did. He hired me to watch you and keep you on your toes. In other words, I was to make sure you were safe but if you started slacking I was to… scare you a little. You know, make sure that your eyes were open." She turned to look at me. "Trust me, I could think of a million things better to do than stare at you twenty-four seven. You've got to be the most boring creature on the face of the earth, and the most vain." She put her hands on her hips and held her head up high. " 'I'm Danny Phantom! Hear me roar! Meow! Meow! I'm Danny Fenton! Hear me cry! B-O-O-H-O-O! I only have two friends both of which are smarter than me! I get beaten up in my free time! I can't get anything higher than a 'C' on my tests! Oh, yeah, and did I mention I have to save the world? I'm a half ghost! Hear my confusion! Eee…"

"Shut up!" I yelled. My hands clenched into fists and I steadily walked towards her.

"What's that? I can't hear you," she mocked, putting a hand behind her ear.

I was a millimeter from her face. She didn't even blink when I powered up an ectoblast in my hand. "I said 'shut up'. Are you deaf and stupid?"

"No, I just know a braggart when I see one," she took a step backward and kneed me… Well, you can put two and two together. I was on the ground in a millisecond. "Trust me, little boy. You are not that great. You are not perfect. You are not that special. Nobody cares if you were a halfa. Nobody cares of you are Clockwork's apprentice. Nobody gives two hoots in a bucket if you once saved the world. It doesn't matter. It's not relevant anymore. So get over yourself. Right now you are just being obnoxious about all that and it's really getting on my nerves." She bent over and picked me up by the front of my shirt. She held me up to her face. "I suggest you find your place and stay in it. Either that or Clockwork's going to be missing an apprentice. Got it?"

I looked at her and formed an ectoblast in my free hand. "No, and Clockwork's going to be missing an employee."

Her eyes went wide as my blast hit her and sent her flying over the edge of the ledge. She screamed all the way to the bottom of the mountain. Her screams stopped as she hit the bottom. Glad I don't have to clean up that mess.

Twenty three hours and nineteen minutes since arrival

I sank back down to my knees and groaned. That kick really hurt. Though, I think I can stand up and walk around. Yeah, I'm Phantom. I can do what I want. A little girl's kick isn't going to stop me even if she did hit me in a rather sensitive area. Nope, I am perfectly fine. Better than ever really.

I tried to stand up and quickly realized that I couldn't. Though, I am rather comfortable here. I have a nice view. Nope, it's not that I can't get up. It's that I don't want to. I want to sit here and watch the really strange sky.

I sat there for quite a bit of time, staring at the sky and trying not to move around too much. To be completely honest, I was trying to wait out the pain. Though, if anyone asks, I was waiting to see if there was such thing as a ghostly sunset. I don't think there is. I've never seen a 'ghost zone sun'. But, if anyone asks, I wanted to see for myself. Might as well. I have all the time in the world.

Twenty five hours since arrival