Where am I? Danny asked himself as he looked around.

In Mexico City. He answered himself. He paused.

"Wait, how did I know that?" Danny asked himself out loud. Truth is, he truly doesn't know how he knew he was in Mexico City...in Mexico. Danny glanced around. He was in a white-walled room with a window at the back that overlooked some houses. There was also a plain dresser, chair, an exposed light bulb, and a bed that had someone sleeping under white linen. But Danny knew that, deep down inside, he knew that the person under the linen was dead. That, and the body was glowing faintly from under the covers.

Having no idea of what to do, due to Clockwork's poor explanation; Danny just stood in the doorway, watching the bed.

Suddenly, a nurse went right through Danny; as if he wasn't there. She shivered.

"Whoa." She said more to herself than to her partner, who was standing right outside the doorway. "That spot's cold."

"Must be the A/C." Her partner replied. "Does he smell yet?" She was talking about the dead man under the linen.

"He just died, idiot." The nurse in the room replied. "It'll be a while before he starts to stink."

"I wish they would just hurry up and take him out."

"Why? Scared of dead bodies?" The nurse joked with the other. She strolled by the sink and examined the little pouch that contained: a toothbrush, a tiny tube of toothpaste, and three bottles of lotion, shampoo, and conditioner. "He didn't even touch this." She said as she put it back. She turned around and walked out of the room, walking straight through Danny again. "Brr."

"Wait, you're not throwing it away?" The other nurse asked.

"Why should we? It's perfectly good and it'll be wasteful."

"But it's against regulations..."

"Regulations my ass." The nurse said as she and her partner walked down the hallway.

"Wait!" Danny shouted at the nurses, but neither of them noticed him. Danny tried to get other nurses attention, but also failed. So, he returned to the room with the dead man in it. Danny walked towards the bed until he was standing over the dead body. "How the heck am I supposed to...'release' his soul?" Danny mumbled to himself. He glanced at the scythe. Then shook his head. He was sure that the scythe has nothing to do with 'releasing' a soul. He placed the scythe down and stood back up. His hands twitched.

"Huh?" Danny gasped out by the sudden twitch. Once again, his hands twitched. He looked from his hands to the dead body and back again. "Ehhhh..." Danny moaned out after he put two-and-two together, a little mortified about touching a dead body. But then again, he just did it an hour ago... Danny took a deep breath.

"Okay Fenton, you can do this." He told himself as he reached down towards the dead body. His hands went through the white blanket and a little deeper before it stopped against something. Winging it, Danny sort of 'pulled' the soul out of its body.

It was the soul of an elder. Although his body was emitting a golden glow, Danny could tell that he had white hair and wore the plain blue patient outfit. His eyes were the color of coffee as the old man stare at Danny, who was holding him like he caught him from falling in the air. Danny could barely feel him because the elder was lighter than air. The old man's mouth grinned, several teeth were missing.

"Thank you." The elderly man said in Spanish.

"Um...Your welcome." Danny replied back in Spanish. Wait, since when could I speak Spanish? Danny thought to himself. Pause. And since when do I understand Spanish!? Then, Danny realized the man had vanished from his arms. Danny was about to freak out (for he thought he lost the old man) but felt that the elder had moved on and relaxed himself. With nothing else to do, Danny picked up the scythe and stood there.

"Okay..." Danny said to himself in his native tongue. "Now wha-" He stopped when he felt an immense pull. He felt the pull from all over his body. It felt like someone has grabbed every single molecule of him and was pulling him outward. Instead of fighting it, which was his first instinct, he allowed the pulling to grow. He closed his eyes as the pulling became a roar in his ears. Then, felt the pulling stop and opened his eyes.

He was now in London.

After a few hours of releasing souls in various places around the world, Danny arrived in a very familiar place.

Amity Park.

Danny quickly did his job and made a bee-line home. He flew straight through his front door.

"Mom! Dad! Jazz!" Danny cried out when he halted in the living room. No one was there. But he could hear voices coming from the basement, so he went through the flooring.

His Dad and Mom were there, along with Jazz. Also there was: Tucker and his parents, Valerie and her father, and Sam and her parents. They were all gathered around in a circle; and as so, Danny decided to plop himself in the middle in hopes of somebody might see him.

His hopes were dashed as they continued to argue.

"Jack, it's been 24 hours since Danny has disappeared." Mr. Foley said. Danny glanced at Tucker's father. 24 hours!? Danny swore that it was just a few hours ago when he, Sam, and Tucker were in front of the theaters. But then again, Danny has been traveling through different time zones... "Don't you think it's time to alert the authorities and send a search team?"

Jack was silent. Maddie touched her husband's arm.

"Jack, he's right. Danny has never been gone for more than a few hours." Maddie said, agreeing with Mr. Foley. Jack hung his head.

"I guess you're right..." Jack said sadly. Jazz was watching her father until realization lit up her face.

"Sam, Tucker." She began, looking right through Danny at the pair. "You said that Danny was acting strange, right?" Sam and Tucker looked at each other, debating whether or not that they should tell everyone in the room the truth.

"Guys," Danny began, hoping that someone can at least hear him. "Don't tell-"

"Yeah, he was." Tucker answered.

"-them..." Danny ended, glaring at Tucker along with Sam.

"And what do you mean by strange?" Jazz inquired.

"Well...he kept on hearing a voice." Tucker began. "Danny asked both of us if we heard the voice, but..."

"You guys didn't." Mrs. Manson finished. Tucker nodded.

"But that's not the only thing." Danny groaned as Tucker continued. "He said that he saw a dark shadowy creature. And the lady that died in the car accident in front of the theaters, was glowing." By this point, Danny really wanted to strangle Tucker; and so did Sam, by the looks of her face.

"Sam, is this true?" Valerie asked. Sam sighed.

"Yes, it's true..." Sam reluctantly admitted.

"So, let me get this straight." Mr. Grey said. "Danny has been hearing voices that other people cannot hear and was seeing things that were not there..."

"In other words, he's lost it." Mr. Manson said casually. Sam shot her father a look of loathing.

"Danny did not lose it!" Sam nearly shouted at her parents, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Her mother gently placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder, who shrugged it off.

"Sam, don't get upset." Her mother told her.

"Get upset? I'm not upset. I'm not upset at all!" Sam shrilled, clearly upset.

"Don't worry, Sam." Valerie told her. "We'll find him, I swear."

"And what if you can't find him?" Mrs. Foley asked. No one answered. At this point, all Danny really wanted to do is turn visible and announce that he was here and he was alright, but he couldn't do it even if he tried.

"Well," Mrs. Manson suddenly said, breaking the silence. "I believe it is time for us to leave. Sam, say good-bye to these people."

"Why?" Sam asked her mother. "Aren't we gonna help find Danny?"

"No, we're not." Mrs. Manson replied. "Pack your things Sam, we're moving."

"What?!" Everyone cried out except for Mr. and Mrs. Manson.

"What do you mean 'we're moving'?" Sam nearly shrilled at her mother. Her parents glanced at each other. Sam gasped.

"You were already planning this..."

"Sam, please try to understand." Her father began. "Since we've learned about Danny's...'gift', we've been even more worried about your safety and wellbeing."

"And this...ghost hunting," Her mother chided in. "is an abomination. It is a morbid and dangerous activity that you engage in so, so carelessly."

"Carelessly?!" Sam yelled at her mother. "I've always been-"

"Danny Phantom has enemies, right?" Her father interrupted her. He didn't even wait for an answer. "Of course he does. And that just puts you and everyone else around him in danger."

"Frankly, I think that's how he disappeared." Mrs. Manson said. "A more powerful ghost got to him, and now he's de-"

"NO!" Sam screamed over her mother's voice. "He's not dead!" She threw the words at her mother. "He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead." She chanted, tears trailing down her cheeks. Even though Danny couldn't comfort her, he still went to her side and tried to wipe the tears away. But they continued to trail down her cheek and fell onto the floor. Tucker, Valerie, and Jazz went over to give Sam a hug while Danny stepped away. The parents looked at each other, concern showing on each face.

"Come on, Sam." Mrs. Manson said. "Let's go." Sam hugged the teens back-more like gripping them with iron hands-to prevent her mother from taking her away.

"Sam! Stop acting like a child!" Mr. Manson shouted. "You three also."

"Tucker..." Mr. Foley growled. "Do you want to be grounded from your video games?"

"But, Dad..." Tucker said.

"Tucker, listen to your father." Mrs. Foley plead. Tucker let go of Sam.

"Valerie..." Mr. Grey said in a tone that made Valerie leave Sam. Only Jazz was left.

"Jazz..." Maddie said to her daughter.

"B-but." Jazz stuttered.

"Jasmine Fenton." Jack said in an authoritive tone. "Get over here." Jazz, seeing her father's face, reluctantly let go. Sam clung to Jazz.

"No, don't." Sam sobbed. Put her parents pulled her away and exited the house. Everyone could hear Sam screaming from the top of her lungs about everything, about anything. Danny wanted to leave with Sam, but he felt that he has to stay here a bit longer.

Plus it's hard to see where you're going when tears blur your vision.

"Well, we better get going..." Mr. Foley said. "Call us, and we'll help you in any way we can."

"Thank you." Maddie said to the Foleys as they left.

"I'll keep my eyes and ears open when I'm on patrol." Valerie told the Fentons.

"Thank you." Jack said as the Greys left.

The basement has never felt so empty before.

Suddenly, Jazz dashes to the counter.

"Jazz?" Jack asked. "What are you doing?" Jazz cleared off the counter until she found what she was looking for.

"Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" Jazz said as she grabbed the item. "We can use this to find Danny!" She thrust the Boo-merang out. Her parents' faces lit up, full of hope. Danny grinned from ear to ear. Of course the Boo-merang! Now, everyone will know that he is alive!

"Great idea, Jazz!" Jack compliment on his daughter. Jazz had a huge smile plastered on her face. The portal to the Ghost Zone was open, as well as the basement door and a window in the kitchen; the Boo-merang can track Danny from anywhere. Jazz raised the Boo-merang backwards, ready to set it on its course to find her missing little brother. Danny-too-was ready for the Boo-merang to find its mark.

"Find Danny." Jazz ordered the device, then she threw it.

It flew.

Then...

It dropped.

The sound of metal crashing against the tile rang in the room for hours. Along with many drops of tears onto the tile flooring. Jack and Maddie tried their best to comfort their daughter as she cried. They, too, had tears escaping from their eyes. Danny turned away, a sob making its way out of his constricted throat as he disappeared to the next soul in need.

The doctor has just announced that you have been diagnosed with cancer. All hope of living has vanished.

Congrats.

You no longer exist.

That's exactly how Danny felt.

Okay...so this chapter is super duper short. I apologize for the spelling/grammar mistakes that Microsoft Word didn't pick up (well, I was too lazy to fix grammar mistakes)

Next chapter will be a lot longer due to the fact that I'm gonna post two chapters together as one.

It's almost 1:30am...better get my four hours of sleep in. *yawns*

Danny: but don't you still have to do your homework

Me: yeah, so?

D: isn't it due tomorrow?

M: again, yeah so...?

D: *sighs* forget it. fail your classes.

M: danny, you should know by now that i don't fail my classes

D: says the one who procastinates.

M: says the one that fails in math.

D: ... okay. i admit, you got me there.

M: duh.