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'Thought...'

"Speech"

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He set the now empty box off to the side and knelt in front of the green gem and held it up for closer inspection. It looked different from other gems. With the way the lights refracted off of it's smooth sides, there seemed to be something inside of it; even though the gem appeared to be see-through, he couldn't see his hand on the other side. The sides of the gem were polished and the edges precise, it looked to have been cut by the best of jewelers.

'I'll have to ask Bruce about this.' He put the gem in one if his pockets and set about to clean the mess.

He was gathering the papers when a title caught his eye.

'Rebuilding of Amity Park.'

'What?' Terry did a double take. This paper was a news report about Amity Park. Skimming, the first few paragraphs told the same thing as the website.

The other papers were writin notes on a few of the people who were there and what their position was. One paper had tallys on how much money was used and what it was spent on.

At the bottom of the stack of papers was a photo frame. Terry set the stack of papers off to the side and lifted up the frame for closer inspection. The picture showed Bruce when he was twenty yearts old, and several other who were standing infront of a statue. The people were a rather diverse bunch, There was a rather large man wearing an oange and lack hazmat suit, a woman wearing a black and blue hazmat suit, a red haired teen with a blue bandana, a black haired teen with a goth look, and dark skinned teen with a red beret; but it was the statue that caught his eye.

It depicted a person, seeming to be floating on thin air, he (for the person was definatly a he) had one arm hanging at his side and his other arm was held infront of his in a waving gesture, like he was welcoming the people. The human figure was the shape and size of a teenager, maybe fifteen years old, and he was wearing what a hasmat suit with boots, gloves, and collar. And on the statue's chest was a familiar logo, P inside of a D.

'This must be Danny Phantom. He doesn't look to be any older than sixteen.' Terry mused. 'So then this picture must have been taken at Amity Park.'

He gathered the contents of the demolished box and put them in a neat pile on the floor. Walking over to the other side of the cluttered room, he retrieved a clear plastic box. With the Amity Park information neatly put away in the box, after that was done, he went back to work on the messy batcave.

'This darn cave will be cleaned tonight!'

((Five hours and seven rooms later..))

Terry collapsed in an exahusted heap. The batcave was now clean and he was exhausted. Bruce had checked up on him earlier when Terry was moving to another room. He was lucky that Terry had his arms full or he would have gotten what was coming to him.

'Well, at least the darn cave is clean now. Man this is harder than crime fighting.' Terry would have ranted further, but seeing as how tired he was he decided to save it for when he got home.

'Let's see...It's about ten thirty...so mom won't be home till tomorrow...so I'm in no hurry to get home...so I'll just take the bus home.' That settled, Terry slowly got up from the floor and made his way back into Bruce's mansion. On his way towards the exit, he remembered that he needed to ask Bruce about the Amity Park thing. After a few moments of indecision he decided that if Bruce was still up he would ask him but if he was sleeping, Terry would ask him tommorow.

The trek upstairs was uneventful, and Terry found Bruce in the study, reading some book by an author that Terry could care less about. Bruce looked up from the book as Terry entered the room and watched as he walked over to where Bruce was sitting.

"You have a minute?" Terry asked. Bruce looked at him with his usual expreshion before he casually put the bookmark in the book and then set it on the table.

Bruce folded his hands in his lap and asked, "What do you need?"

Taking the invitation to talk, Terry told Bruce that he was doing a report on Amity Park and that he had found some papers on it in the batcave.

"Amity Park..." Bruce said, with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I haven't thought about that town in a long time. So what is it that you need to know that the computers cannot tell you?" Only a question, not meant to be spitefull.

"I was wondering why you went there." Terry began. "I know that you donated money for the town's rebuilding, but if that was the only reason then you wouldn't have gone personally. So why did you go?"

Bruce sighed and said, "A few years before I went to Amity Park my radar picked up a wierd energy signature coming from that town. At first I dismised it but at times the signature's energy would spike. I still thought that it was no more that some new technology but somthing that didn't fit was that the signature didn't match with any known energy. So I kept an eye on it. Each time it would spike, it would stay on the level it reached. The energy level continued to grow and there were times when the signal would move away from Amity Park and there were times when it would vanish all together.

"Then about three years after the signature first showed up, it's energy level spiked so high that it broke the scale. The spike didn't stay on that level like all the other times, this time it disapeared leaving an almost non-tracible signal. The remnated of the spike seemed to linger around the entire town until they cleared away a few years later, but on the news I had heard that Amity Park was compleatly demolished due to some kind of invasion. I had been looking for some charity work and figured that I should investigate that small remaing energy signature that was left and the only way to figure out what it was, was to investigate first hand. So I went to Amity Park. I believe I found the source of the signature and I returned here. Amity Park bult themselves back up, I only supplyed the resources."

Terry sat there digesting everything that had just been said. He filed everything away for later, to think about it when he was a little less tired.

"Somthing else," Bruce continued. "I haven't seen that signature compleatly active since then, so I can't investigate it any further. But, every now and then, the signature will pulse back to life for a few seconds before fading away once again." Bruce paused for a quick second. " It would seem that the signature would've had a life of it's own."

And for the briefest of seconds, the green gem in Terry's pocket glowed a soft neon, before fading back into the not so natural green. If only they knew just how right Bruce was.

To Be Continued...

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