Danny was confused, which was understandable of course, because Sam was being confusing.

Which was inevitable in of it's self, her parents just died; she didn't know how to feel. Danny was just so emotionally attached to her already that when she felt sad he did too, and when she was happy, he was overjoyed. But his emotions always came after hers, he couldn't predict when she was going to down spiral, and he was starting to get frustrated.

He really wouldn't mind a ghost attack right now.

He sighed and rested his head against his arms, which were currently folded on top of his desk.

Looking out the window, he grumbled as fresh flakes fell from the sky. He hated the snow, but was appreciating it now because it gave Sam more time to get through her ordeal.

The police would come, she was probably a suspect. They needed a testimony. From her and from him, because even though he had never even seen Sam's parents, or knew they existed until a couple days ago, he was with Sam during the shooting, which could've meant that they had done it together.

Or some nonsense.

He was starting to fall asleep when his phone vibrated against his thigh. Pulling it out he flipped it open.

"Hey, Tucker." He said, rubbing his face. "What's up?"

"Dude!" his voice was loud and excited, Danny knew then what he was going to say. "Snow!"

Danny grumbled. "Yeah, Tuck, snow." He said, rolling his eyes. "You know, I can make my own snow, right?"

"Dude, get ready to go out in the snow, man. This is gonna happen. I'm coming to your house right now. Just let it happen."

"Where the heck are we going to go?" he asked, getting more and more annoyed. Tucker knew he hated the snow, en yet, every time it snowed, which was a lot, Tucker insisted they go be out in it.

Danny was cold enough every day of his life, he didn't need snow.

"Dan, we're just going to go, just be free, in the snow."

"It's not even a school day, I don't even get anything out of this." It was then that he realized the situation he was in and how big of an out he had.

This realization made him smile.

"I can't go." He said, leaning back in his chair, feeling pleased.

"What? Why?" the crunching of his footsteps stopped in Danny's ear. "What does that mean?"

"I have a guest over." Danny said simply.

"A… guest?" They were silent as Tucker chewed on this thought. "A girl guest?" Danny blushed.

"I don't have to answer that." He said, gripping the phone tighter. He heard Tucker's laughter on the other end and considered hanging up. He didn't do well with being laughed at.

"Dude! What the heck?" Danny heard the crunching start again. "Why didn't you tell me that you were secretly seeing someone? Is it that Manson girl? You won her over that quick?"

Danny swallowed, feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions. "We're not together. And she's here because of a…" he tried to place his worlds gently. "A family emergency."

"A family emergency? So you're playing shrink?" he asked.

"Pretty much," he said, tapping his fingers against the wood table. "I had to call Jazz and ask her about what was going on. You know how well I am with words." Tucker chuckled.

"Oh yeah, you're the best." Danny rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, I can't come. She's cooped up in Jazz's room. She's been there all morning, which is understandable, I guess."

"What happened?" Tucker asked, still crunching.

"Did you watch the news last night?" Danny said, running his hand through his hair. Tucker probably knew what happened, but just hadn't made the connection.

"Yeah! Did you see that story about the shooting it was…" Danny waited. "Oh. Oh. Dude." The crunching stopped. "That sucks. That really sucks. And she's staying with you? Why is she with you?"

"She's with me because, as sad as it sounds, I'm the only one she's got right now, and she's eighteen, so she can do whatever she wants." Danny swiveled in his chair, watching the ceiling as he spun.

"Isn't she a suspect?" There was no crunching, Danny wondered why but that thought left as soon as it entered when the doorbell rang.

Danny didn't move.

There was silence until he heard Tucker's teeth chatter on the other end.

"Dude, answer the door. It's cold."

Danny sighed loudly and closed his cell phone, pushing himself off the chair and walking down the stairs slowly, pausing in front of the door, debating whether to let his friend in or not.

When Tucker pounded on the door, he opened it a little, sticking his head out, letting his techno-geek friend feel the warmth radiating from inside.

"Yes?" he said slowly, not moving when Tucker put his hand on the door.

"Dude, you suck, it's, like, twenty degrees out here. Let me in." Danny smiled cheekily.

"What's the password?" he asked, gazing at his friend, who was shivering a little.

"Vagina."

Danny froze, letting the most disgusting word in the English language fall on his ears.

"Excuse me?" he asked, trying to rid the word from his brain.

"It's what you'll have if you don't open the door!" Tucker said, pushing on the door, Danny laughed and pulled the door open quickly, he tried not to collapse from delight as Tucker stumbled into the house, having just put all his weight into a door that was no longer in front of him.

He recomposed him self and glared at his half-ghost friend, taking his coat off.

"I hate you."