Lance looked between the ghost boy and the ghost hunter. If any teenaged girl in Amity had been told the green-eyed boy "had a thing" for them, they'd most likely faint from happiness. Maddie Fenton clearly didn't share the idea that a ghost having an interest in her was a good thing. About thirty seconds later Jack had calmed her down, just a little.

"Yeah, not a guy you want to have to deal with. Back when he was alive he fell in love with a woman, well, claims he loved the woman, anyway... but she ended up married to his best friend. He also claims the friend stole her, even though they'd been in love with her before Plasmius was, and she never returned his feelings. She was put off by his being a manipulative jerk. He tries to blame the circumstances of his death for that, but he knows just as well as anyone else things don't work that way," Danny explained. "He's always been attracted to things he can't have."

"Which things don't work that way?" the weatherman asked. The first interview in the world with a ghost, about ghosts, where the ghost is definitely telling the truth. Whether or not the usual audience wanted to hear about science, they'd all want to see this.

"Becoming a ghost. Dying doesn't make someone evil. If it did your species would be in trouble. There are a lot more dead humans than live ones and some of the live ones are worse than any ghost, except maybe the King. People claim ghosts are evil because they're obsessive, but that misses the point entirely. We didn't become obsessive because we're ghosts, we became ghosts because we were obsessive."

"What difference does that make?" Maddie asked him, recovered from her shock. The antagonistic tone was back in her voice.

"All the difference in the world," he answered, as if explaining something simple to a small child. "The people in this room most likely to become ghosts are you two, after all."

"We would never do that!" Jack yelled angrily. Maddie sat next to him restraining her fury.

"What? Die, get given the choice to move on or go where the ghosts are, and immediately get the urge to go hunting? Probably while yelling 'GHOST' at the top of your voice?"

"Yes!" the fudge-loving man replied instantly. Danny shook his head. He could deal with that later. In fact, it gave him an idea. He would just have to change a few things.

"We're not that different," he said. Turning to Lance, he asked, "Did you guys get the thing I asked for set up?"

"We did," the man told him. "You want to use i now?"

"Please."

Danny pulled out a PDA and got ready. When he was a view of what he was doing was available on screens to the audience, the guests on stage and the viewers at home. They could see two columns, labeled good and evil.

"I was going to do this a bit differently, but this will work better," the hero informed everyone. "I'm going to compare a human we can all recognise with a ghost friend of mine. The ghost will be a snow-beast and the human will be Jack Fenton. OK?"

Tapping the PDA again he got started.

"One is driven by obsession, the other would do anything to protect those he cares about. One has violent tendencies, the other doesn't have a bad bone in his body. One is highly destructive, the other builds things. One is a large, sasquatch-shaped creature," as Danny spoke the traits he listed appeared under the correct heading. A silloet of a thing with it's arms raised appeared under Evil."The other is Frostbite, leader of the yeti tribe."

Everyone was shocked when a picture of Frostbite appeared under the Good traits and the implication sank in. Suddenly Danny pointed behind Jack and called out "Ghost!"

"GHOST!" Jack bellowed at th top of his voice as he spang to his feet and spun around with surprising speed. He pulled an ecto-gun from, as Danny had said earlier, "somewhere" and blasted part of the set. He didn't even notice the lie detector beeping. He did notice the ghost behind him lean over on his sofa and stage whisper behind his hand.

"Violent tendencies," Danny pretended to tell only Lance. Any idea that he was just joking was gone. Everyone knows how much damage Jack can cause during a ghost attack.

"Jack is a good man. He loves his family and treats everyone like a friend. He's one of the few people who cares about others as much or even more than themselves. Why would being a ghost make him lose that?"

"Then why do all the ghosts keep attacking?" Maddie tried to justify herself. Danny chuckled.

"All the ghosts. Do you have any idea how many that is? For every one that comes here there are many more who just want to be left alone. We all have our own thing and want the peace to get on with it."

"What would ghosts know about peace?" the goggled woman huffed.

"The Ghost Zone has had two wars in the last couple thousand years. The first was against the Ghost King, who was a tyrant and had to be removed. After he was locked away, the only artifact that could release him was given to a powerful ghost who roamed remote places. That peace lasted until someone, who wasn't a ghost by the way, went looking and stole it. No ghost had ever been that stupid. The second war was a lot shorter. Stick Pariah back into his prison, battle over. That was a busy day for me, what with fighting the most powerful being in the realms," the teen reminisced, shuddering. "Painful, too."

"What does that prove?"

"How many have humans fought in the last five minutes? More than two?" Taking the troubled expression his mother wore as getting his point across, he moved on.

"The ghosts who terrorize the human world are former humans who do what most humans would do if no one could stop them. Even if you won't admit to most, you all know at least one jerk."

As the assembled humans all had a mild look of disgust, the one which showed Phantom they were all thinking of that one jerk everybody knows, he suddenly sat up straighter.

"Do you guys hear that?"