The first thing I noticed when I stepped out of Jazz's car, was the roof of my old house.

There was no longer an observatory, or as my parents called it, the emergency ops center.

The second thing I noticed, was a normal car sitting in the driveway.

The old Fenton RV/assault vehicle was nowhere in sight.

The flashing sign that used to say, 'Fenton Works' no longer hung from our roof.

I looked to Jazz.

"You coming?" She asked, as she pulled up open the door.

I slowly trudged up the stairs, with Sam following slowly behind me.

I heard the shutter on her camera clicking.

"Sam." I whispered, trying to get her attention away from her camera.

"I'm coming." She replied, taking another picture.

"Sam." I tried again as Jazz disappeared into the house.

She turned to look at me as she pressed the button to take a picture. "What?"

"Sam," I struggled to find the right words. "I need you as I walk in here. I can't do it by myself."

She instantly understood the struggle I was under and she shut her camera off, cramming it into her bag. "Ok, let's go."

She jogged up the remaining steps and took my hand.

"Whatever happens, remember that I love you." I whispered.

"Remember the same, Danny." She said.

My legs were wobbly as I stepped into the house.

If Sam hadn't been holding my hand, I might have passed out.

But feeling her smooth skin against my callused hands, kept me anchored here.

"Mom, dad, we're home!" Jazz called, dropping my suitcase onto the floor.

My heart jumped into my throat as I hear footsteps.

I saw my mom first. Her hair was waist-length now. Nothing like her old hairstyle when I graduated high school. The last time I'd seen her, her hair was really short.

Nothing compared to what it was now.

She was smiling when she walked in and her expression changed when she looked at me.

"Daniel?" She asked.

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

Maybe I looked a lot different to her as well.

Sam glanced at me, then took a few steps toward my mom, releasing my hand.

"Hi, Mrs. Fenton." She held her hand out for my mom to shake.

"Oh, Sam!" She said, giving her a genuine smile, shaking her hand. "It's so good to see you!"

I couldn't speak even if I wanted to.

As Sam took a few steps backward, she nudged me in my side.

I broke out of my trance, and glanced at my mom.

She gave me a smile that seemed guarded. Almost like she expected me to be angry with her.

So I did something that surprised even myself.

I took a few steps toward her and I pulled her into a hug.

"It's good to see you, mom." I said.

Her arms folded around me and she choked out a sob.

"Oh, Danny." She murmured.

I patted her back, then awkwardly pulled away.

She wiped tears from her eyes as she released me.

"Jack, get in here!" She called.

I heard a grunt as a response.

My mom sighed sadly.

"I'll get him." Jazz muttered, and exited the room, headed toward the kitchen.

I took Sam's hand again and squeezed it.

"Come on in." My mom said, gesturing toward the couch.

I grabbed Sam's suitcase and the two of us headed over to the couch.

As we passed by the dining room, I heard my father talking in a low, unhappy voice.

"How have you been, Danny?" My mom asked.

With everything that I had done, starting my own business in college, making millions, proposing to Sam…nothing came to me at the moment.

"Danny?" My mom asked again.

"Sorry." I shook my head. "I've been ok."

I glanced toward the kitchen. "How have you and dad been doing?"

She smiled. "We've been doing all right."

"What's going on with Fenton Works?" I asked, leaning forward.

Her smile slowly disappeared. "Danny, I can't tell you how sorry I am about0"

"Don't mention it mom." I cut her off.

Sam looked between the two of us.

"What's going on?" She asked.

My mom looked at her, then back at me. "You didn't tell her?"

I took Sam's hand. "Could you excuse us?"

My mom nodded. "Of course."

"Is my old room ok to talk in or are you guys using it for something else?" I asked.

"No, that's fine." She shook her head.

I exited the living room and walked up the stairs with Sam trailing behind me.

Sam closed my bedroom door after we walked inside.

"What's up?" She asked.

I glanced around. "My bedroom's exactly the same."

Sam looked around. "What?"

"When I left. This is exactly the way I left it." I replied.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Four years." I whispered.

"What?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Sorry."

"Are you interested in telling me why you dragged me up here? Because I'll be honest, I'm about two seconds away from running back downstairs to beg your mom to feed me. I'm starving." She grinned.

I laughed, then I let out a breath.

"I just… I know that you want to hear what happened back then." I leaned against my dresser. "Between my parents and me."

She nodded.

"And I know that it would be better coming from me." I finished.

She sat down on my bed. "Ok. This looks more interesting than food, so continue."

I sighed. "The day after I graduated high school, I told my parents the truth. I told them that I was Danny Phantom."

She slowly nodded.

"At first, they thought I was joking. So I showed them. Everything that I could do. After while, they yelled at me, then at each other." I winced.

Sam stood up. "Keep going."

I swallowed. "They didn't want me to keep the powers. I tried to convince them that I could still be Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. I tried to tell them that they didn't have to see me any differently."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, taking a step toward me.

"They wouldn't hear it. Any of it." I sighed. "For a full twenty four hours, we fought constantly. Screaming and yelling. Eventually, after I'd begged them to see my side of things and they wouldn't, I packed up what I could grab and I stayed at Jazz's place for a little while."

Sam walked over to me and pulled me into her arms.

"I'm sorry."

"Before I left." I mumbled. "My father told me that I wasn't his son anymore."

Sam gasped and pulled away. "He didn't."

I closed my eyes and nodded. "Unfortunately, he did."

"I'm so sorry, Danny." She said, pressing her forehead to mine. "I'm sorry."

I pushed her away and paced over to my window. "Now you know why I never wanted to see them. They disowned me five years ago."