A/N: So, since I sorta got the idea that maybe some people have trouble keeping up with Sam's family tree, I'll explain it. I'm not exactly sure who Ida's child is, so I am just going to say it is Pamela, for the sake of the story. Pamela's brother is Uncle Tom and her dad is Grandpa Jerry. Jessica is Jeremy's sister, no relation to Pamela at all. The End. Here's the next chapter.

"I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill. " - Mahatma Ghandi

"Ida, would you like me to prepare some tea for you?" Jessica asked as Sam rolled her eyes. She dropped her suitcase loudly, to make sure they knew she was there. Ida smiled kindly at Jessica, and shook her head.

"No, no, dear, you don't need to do that for me, I'm fine," she tells her, her aged eyes drifting to Sam. The teenaged girl pulled out some milk from the refridgerator, and slammed it down on the counter harder than necessary. She then went to search through the cabinets for a mug. "Sammy, why don't you come sit with me, so we can talk a bit?" she pat the seat next to her, the smile not leaving her face.

Ignoring her grandmother, Sam placed a small spoonful of chocolate into her cup of milk, and shoved it into the microwave. She pressed three buttons, before crossing her arms over her chest, and waiting.

"Sam," said Jessica, watching her niece with concerned eyes, "Your grandmother--"

"I don't care," Sam growled nastily. Without waiting for it to finish, she opened the microwave, and took out her drink. "I'm going to go take a nap. No one knock on my door, no one even look at my door. Keep your voice down. Better yet, shut up. I will stay asleep until I please, and if anyone has a problem with that, I dare you to try and say something."

Ida glanced at Jessica, who she knew was not pleased with her niece's attitude. Quickly, Ida said ever so softly, so that it was almost a whisper, "See you in slumberland, my sweet, dark angel."

Jessica's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at her in confusion. Sam abruptly stopped walking, her eyes blank of all emotion. The saying, it was said by her grandfather, each time he told her goodnight.

Ida waited for her bubeleh to say something, but Sam just huffed and stormed up the stairs. Deflating, the elder woman shook her head. "I just wish she'd understand..."

She slept for the entire day, yet when Jessica saw her two days later, Sam looked more exausted than ever. When Danny agreed to come over, it seemed that the clothes wore her.

Yet when she saw him, her eyes would brighten, and she would smile as if the world had solved global warming. They sat on the couch and talked for hours. She could see it in his eyes, that he was worried about her. She laughed at him. "Don't give me that look, Danny!" she said, giving him a light push. "You look as if I'm about to faint at any minute. I'm fine, really." Danny nodded, not looking at all convinced. Sam rolled her eyes, and said, "Hold on, I'll get us some drinks."

"Ok, sounds cool," Danny said, as Sam stood up and walked to the kitchen. He looked around the room, admiring the cleanliness and the antiques that were placed around. His eyes fell on a photo, yellowing slightly at the edges, but still placed carefully in the frame that sat delicately on the side table. It was a little girl, Sam, around eight years of age. She was laughing, her mouth slightly open, revealing two missing front teeth. She was with an older man, who looked around his seventies. The man had a mustache, that curled around his mouth into a beard. He was a kindly looking man, laughing along with his granddaughter, as his bright violet eyes shone with the laughter.

Near them was a young girl, around her late teens. She held an open book in her hands, but appeared to not be reading. She watched the two playing, a small smile played on her lips. She held the deepest look of joy in her violet eyes. Danny guessed it was Jessie.

However, Danny couldn't help but continue watching the younger Sam, as if the photo was about to move at any moment. It wasn't her younger appearance, or her child-like attire... But it was the way she was laughing. Danny had never, ever seen Sam as happy as she looked in that photo.

"What are you looking at?"

The teenager's eyes snapped onto the real Sam, who now sat on the couch with him, holding out a mug of chocolate milk. Danny shook his head, and muttered, "Nothing," while taking the drink from her. He carefully sipped it, his mind off somewhere else. "Sam?" he asked suddenly.

Sam looked at him, eyebrows raised, as she asked, "What is it?"

"I don't..." he coughed, setting down the drink on the side table. His voice sounded somewhat desperate, and Sam furrowed her brows in concern. "I... Don't want you to go to jail." he managed to say, as she looked down. "You can't..." her eyes closed, and he continued, "You'll hurt me if you go."

"I'm sorry, Danny," she whispered, tracing a finger over her arm. She took a deep breath, and said, "I can't put you first this time." she swallowed, her throat tight. What she said next, for some reason, hurt him bad. "This time, you are only in second place."

Journal Entry: Admiral Tanner

She told me her heart belonged to another. I told her that her husband was going to die, and it was a lost cause. She believed me. She allowed him to be taken away. By then, I was certain she'd come to me, for I told her long ago how I felt... But the one thing that will forever stayed engraved in my mind, though, were the words she said to me. I cannot love you... And because of this, I will be miserable for the rest of my days. She didn't look depressed, but had the strangest expression on her face. My heart will always belong to Jeremiah. I should have known... I would never be enough for her. She, who was so rebellious and was not afraid to take a stand, even if it meant standing alone.

I loved her. Unfortunetly, I was not the one. A more important man held the key to Ida McEmery's heart.

Diana bit her lower lip, a finger tapping against the journal she had stolen. Ida McEmery... Was it just a coincidence?

She set the little black book aside, and quickly opened the internet on her lap top. Her fingers typed frantically, until she finally hit enter. If Ida had gotten into as much trouble as Tanner had said, it should be no trouble finding her on the company computer.

She quickly eliminated any extra women who didn't fit. Finally, she was left with two results. Diana grinned. Being a top agent in Amity Park's detective agency had it's many advantages.

She clicked on the first result she had seen. Another window opened, revealing a long expired picture of the woman. Diana rose an eyebrow. Admiral Tanner had not lied: Ida was beautiful. She wasn't smiling, but she had the deepest look of thought upon her young face. She had on a beret, with her long, curly hair falling slightly past her shoulders. She had a single hand on her neck, covering what looked like a necklace.

Diana scrolled down. A description was below the picture.

Ida Wilena, age twenty-four, picture taken in 1973.

Crimes: Continuous civil disobedience, rebelliousness against our government.

Record: Ida Wilena (McEmery) married Jeremiah McEmery when twenty-two years old. She and her husband were taken to court, together, when attempting to unleash the animals of Amity Park's Zoo. A temporary eruption of chaos was reported. Ida and Jeremiah spent the next two months spending their weekends performing community service as their sentencing.

She had her first child a year later, Pamela McEmery, who married Jeremy Manson. Ida's granddaughter, Samantha Manson, has been reported as wild and rebellious as her grandmother. Pamela and Jeremy have been asked to keep an eye on their daughter.

Diana's eyes widened. Ida McEmery. She knew it! She had met Ida when taking her nephew to his friends house.

The woman smirked. So that's why the Admiral refused to let her prosecute against Sam. He was in love with her grandmother.

Oh, the judge would just love to hear about this.

"Jazz, what do you think?" Danny asked his sister, leaning back against the wall, as the two sat in Sam's living room.

The orange-haired college student looked up from her book. "Sorry, what was that?"

Danny sighed, and said, "If Tucker really died before his time, maybe he's woken up somewhere in the ghost zone. What if there was someway, with all of mom and dad's ghost equipment, that we could bring him back? Maybe make him solid again. It would be like he never left."

Jazz blinked, as if pondering over what he said, until a soft voice behind them said, "You can't..."

Danny and Jazz turned their attention to the doorway, where Sam now stood. She was wrapped in a short black dress, with a gray belt around her waist. Her eyes were sharp, watching the two in what almost seemed like anger. Jessica came up behind her, placing a hand on her niece's shoulder, while holding a breifcase in her other hand. Sam trembled. "You can't," she repeated, closing her eyes, "I won't let you."

Danny and Jazz stared, disbelieving. Danny was first to speak up, "But Sam... Tucker was our best friend... Don't you want him here again?"

The goth's eyes snapped open, and she replied automatically, "Of course I want him here again." her gaze dropped, as she played with her hands nervously. Danny caught sight of her eyes glaze over. He wanted to stop her, to beg her not to cry. He hated it when she cried, because part of him took on the sadness as she did. "But I don't matter..." she shook her head lightly, "But... I would give anything to be with Tucker again..."

Jazz watched her face. She suddenly understood why Sam wanted to be punished. In prison, she didn't plan on fighting back, and even if she did, against all those women she'd never stand a chance. She would probably be beaten to death, or worse. Sam had it all planned out, from the beginning. "Even your friends?" she asked cautiously. "Your family?"

Sam didn't wait to answer. She nodded, while saying, "Absolutely."

A/N: Aw, poor Sam was planning on being killed in prison, to be with Tucker again. Everybody go 'AWWWW...'. Anyway, remember, more reviews equals quicker chapters!