*Checks time* I can't believe I'm posting this at 12:49am. Anyway, I have this story planned all the way out to Chapter 9 so far (but not written) and am very excited to continue it and also extremely happy you guys enjoy reading it so much. Thank you for everything! This is the final Day 106 chapter by the way. Make sure to pay attention to what number of day it is while this story is developed and posted.

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Darkness. The infinite black stretched widely out before him and moved slowly in shifting smokey tendrils. He could feel it gripping at his clothes and young skin, desperately clutching onto then pulling whatever little light was left inside Danny's heart. Should he fight back? There was no more hope left for him. Not even his own parents had faith that their little boy would make it through this tough challenge.

However, no one could ever say that he had not tried so badly to act like everything was okay, that nothing had really happened in the first place. But this just seemed like wishful thinking compared to all the abrupt changes he had witnessed since coming home.

Danny could honestly say he's gone to hell and well, hasn't actually come back yet. At least that's what it felt like. Never ending emotional torment had been stricken upon his own family, friends, and especially himself. The future ahead only looked intensely bleaker when Danny attempted to imagine it.

He could no longer speak, so how would he communicate? Sign language? Except that just seemed like a waste of time and he didn't really want to force other people around him to learn it. Plus, Danny really didn't have the spirit to educate himself either. Writing was definitely a good option. It would require daily, nearly 24/7 access to a notebook or some form of paper, but it would work. Yes, he would speak with his own scrawled hand script.

Ghost Radiation had not been studied very thoroughly and may possibly be more harmful then anybody would have thought. Danny could be dead by this time next year if the disease kills him. He shuddered as he stood still in the darkness, not enjoying the idea of death. Though what if it does? The radiation might be spreading even faster within his already frail body, gradually tearing him apart molecule by molecule.

He pondered if the people at school would sympathize or taunt him. Danny could see their fierce gazes summing him up now while they gossiped to their best friends about the kid who can't even speak. Such a pity that the people he had known most of his life would suddenly just turn their backs on him like unwanted garbage. That's how some people are though. One minute you could laugh with them and in the next hour they'll completely ignore you because of some mistaken cause.

One of the few people he still had hope in was his very own peculiar best friends, Sam and Tucker. Danny could simply not think of how life might be without them by his side nearly every day. They had been together for a very long time and he would trust them with his messed up life if needed. Had Sam and Tucker already faced the other way though? Nobody had come over to his house for a friendly visit, offer tickets to some type of gothic concert, or even show Danny the latest technologically advanced PDA that used to bore him to no end.

Now, all he wanted was company. Someone to 'write' to. His heart felt so burdened, as if a boulder was laid there a month ago in the hospital and it just kept getting heavier to carry. Danny was now fully convinced everybody had abandoned him. It made him feel a kind of loneliness that he had never experienced before in life. He yearned to cry but it seemed his eyes were crisp dry and he has finally ran out of tears to weep.

' I am alone. ' the thought made his heart ache. The scene was probably similar to the soap operas that played on late Saturday night television, however at this moment he could truly care less. Maybe his life was just one complete recording. He could just stop the tape whenever he felt like it and rewind everything that had happened to him so far. Erase the part where he had to sit in that dreadful hospital for three months, replace all those sad faces with fresh happy ones, and prevent the time he got his ghost powers that started it all.

Who would be the town hero now? If he had never went into that dumb Ghost Portal, he would have never been turned half ghost and infected with incurable GR. Danny absolutely hated his counterpart, though wouldn't that mean he also loathed himself? They were one in the same. Equal in an odd human-ghost manner that the other handful of halfas could only pull off.

' I'll never go ghost again. ' this in when things changed. After the thought, a bright green light blinded he's blue eyes and forced them closed. Fluttering back open, he saw a glob of green ectoplasm flowing in the illuminated black as if one. At first, Danny shied away from it, remembering that this substance also had the same chemicals which had robbed him of his voice. Then he relaxed as quickly, not caring if his condition could possibly get worse anymore.

More ectoplasm formed in many shapes and sizes among the now lit huge black dome. The ectoplasm pulsed lightly, some times allowing each form to pass or coming together in one bigger blob "The future is not set in stone, Danny." An eerie man's voice echoed from an invisible source.

A figure regenerated many feet across from him and Danny immediately felt goofy for not recognizing the voice. A young man with pale blue skin floated across from him, adorning a purple outfit and cape. In the middle of his chest sat an eccentric old clock that ticked calmly and in his hand a long staff with a pocket clock in place at the top. Red eyes stared at him with a somehow friendly accusing glare "You of all people should know that."

How glad Danny was to see Clockwork, he could not express. It had been quite a long time since he had last seen the Time Master, a time that he really did not want to revisit soon, and he was overjoyed inside. However the smile that had begun to break across his shocked features was soon replaced with an overwhelming amount of anger ' He knew all this would happen! '

"Yes, Daniel." Clockwork said while changing into a wrinkled old man "I knew."

Danny's rage was coupled with confusion as the old man read his thoughts ' Can you read my mind? ' The ghost nodded silently and for the first time in 107 days, Danny felt he could actually speak clearly again. He was going to question how that was possible until recalling what was really on his tongue ' Why?' he thought, unconsciously gripping his hands into hard fists ' Why didn't you tell me before? '

"There is no question about 'why' it happens, it just does."

' This isn't like one of your lessons, Clockwork! ' the other man's emotionless face un-nerved him. How could he act so calm? Why didn't he tell Danny this whole big mess would occur? ' I've lost almost everything. If you would have told me... ' He held himself back from blindly lunging at the now chubby cheeked kid ghost.

"You wouldn't be the same person." Clockwork held Danny's desperate gaze "This is only apart of life, which flows freely with no since of time. Even I can not foresee where all life leads." he paused "No one can."

Without warning, everything started fading to black. The green ectoplasm lost all it's glow and soon disappeared, then Clockwork dissipated along with it ' Wait! Clockwork, please come back! ' his words were to no avail. Somebody was shaking him away from the realm, when all he wanted to do was stay in that one area where a mere ghost could make him feel a bit better when engaging a conversation with him.

Danny awoke with a sharp gasp and sat up quickly on his bed. He must have drifted to sleep accidentally for a while. Had it all really been a dream? All these thoughts were put away when he felt arms wrap around his body and caress him in comforting warmth, a thin form obscuring his vision. Long strands of red hair fell in front of his face that smelt of a very familiar lavender shampoo he could never forget ' Could it be-? '

"Welcome home, little brother." Jazz's soft voice cracked from all the joyful crying she was doing. Danny did not hesitate to wrap his own arms around her in a brother-sister hug. He could only recollect a few lost memories of them hugging, but this was the first one where he actually wished the embrace could last forever.

Everything may be alright now. His own sister still loved him no matter who Danny was or if he was able to speak or even hear right. He was her little brother and would protect him no matter what. Usually he would have complained about this, claiming that he was no longer a baby and would be fine by himself. Right now he regretted those words, for he ultimately had his sister to keep him company now.

Danny softly eased himself from the hug and jumped from the bed excitedly. After giving Jazz a 'one minute' hand signal, he rummaged around in his unorganized bedroom drawers for two very important key supplies. At last he was victorious to a half sharpened pencil and a plain yellow notebook he had never used before.

Sitting back down on the bed, with Jazz sitting Indian style beside him sharing a smile, he began to quietly scribble on the first page of the notebook ' I missed you so much. '

Then he held the notebook to Jazz and, instead of speaking what she had to say, she gently took away the paper and pencil to write her own neatly written words ' It's been too long, hasn't it? ' To him, waiting all that time for a diagnosis when he wished for the sheets of his own comfortable bed and home had felt like eternity.

Danny nodded sadly as they traded out once again ' I love you, Jazz. Thank you for being here. '

' I'll always be here for you Danny. ' Jazz wrote back, a determined yet happy look set on her face.