"Your…daughter?" Tucker asked though laughter and gasps for air.

"Shut it Tuck! Help me wake her."

"I-I can't-stop-the laughter! OH!-so-that's why-you laughed-when I said that thing about being called-oh-I can't breathe! You and Sam-and the kid-that pyromaniac freak-is-daddy's little-girl!"

At this point Daniel stopped listening to Tucker's whooping laughter and pointless amused babbles. He began to focus instead on a better cause. Adjusting her more comfortably from where he'd caught her in his arms, he slowly stood with her. He looked down to his bloodied and sweat soiled sheets and scowled. This would not do at all. So, downstairs he gently stepped and laid her on a puffy living room couch, the cushions swallowing her little body. He gently brushed the hair away from her face and she awoke to his lips brushing her forehead.

"Danny?" Sam asked wearily. "Oh it is you, thank goodness."

"Are you alright?"

"Well I guess so. I would be a lot better if Tucker would shut his pie-hole."

"I think we all would be, but I have a feeling he won't for a while." The two sat in silence for a moment. Soaking in each other's presence, peaceful and relaxed. It was in this moment that they felt a new feeling for one another. Something completely and utterly new, with what could only be described as drive. For all of their relationship it seemed as though they'd been the drivers of separate cars, engines clanking on the way down life's twists and turns. Stuck in neutral, they'd muddled along slowly and steadily together. But the two teens had just been gifted with the use of the gas pedal. Their engines purred as they raced along side of each other, and just for this one silent moment, when all seemed to finally shift into gear, all that stretched before them was far from black, and without detour. There was only seen invincibility and endearing courage on the fresh road they would share. None could they see of a wreck that awaited both of them; one that would change everything in the lives of not only the two teens, but their families and friends, every person they'd ever seen or talked to, and all the people they hadn't never would. The entirety of the universal future sat clasped in the hands of a wildly depressed halfa and a rebellious goth girl that were both too blind to see it.

"And then-oh my stomach-lovebirds-and the-Mr. Clueless-Valerie-and the class ring-they were both clueless!" Tucker stumbled down the stairs, tripping over his words, as well as his feet. After a few final giggles and deep gasps for air, he finally finished. "Oh…I'm sorry. Sam, are you ok?"

She slowly nodded a suddenly irritated yes.

"Where's Jazz? Mom and Dad told her to stay her with me when they went out ghost hunting this morning." Daniel wondered. "Jazz?"

No answer.

"Jazz!" Tucker echoed, still without response.

"Knowing her, she probably went out to help. She knew we were here to take care of you." Sam suggested.

"By the looks of things I don't think like any help is needed." Daniel peered outside his clear window.

Not a single puff of smoke billowed through the air. Not a scream, or choking or coughing could be heard. Not a fire lit the sky, and not a thing were burned to ashen remain. The sky was clear and sunny. The public walked about his or her business like every other day. All was lush, green, and perfect in Amity Park.

"Impossible..." Daniel muttered under his breath and quickly ran upstairs, bursting into his bedroom. Everything sat in its original organized mess. The walls too were once again in tact framing his cleaned room.The boy shook his dizzy head and blinked hard to rid his eyes of confusion. This pleasantness truly filled reality. Lastly, Danny turned his attention downward on his own body, where he was sure that were there a change, he would have noticed. A gasp involuntarily escaped from his mouth.

Phasing back into a human he bolted back down stairs where he lifted up his shirt to reveal a clean, healthy chest to his friends. All that shown on his ivory flesh was the faint red imprint in the shape of a boot between his breasts.

"What on earth?"

Both Sam and Tucker's mouths fell agape, a small smirk tucked between Sam's open lips.

"I don't understand." Danny shook his head, trying to sort out a clouded heart and mind. "Is this some kind of rewind, or fast-forward ability Cindress possesses? I just don't understand."

"I don't either." Tucker found a smile in his ignorance though, and continued, "But, I mean, I don't think I care... Everything's back in order. Those who were injured, aren't any more. What she destroyed, has been rebuilt. Danny, if she really was good like she said she was, and was traveling through time like she said she was, then she was probably just trying to set things right, to make up for all the damage she caused by accident. Look, Sam and I aren't even stained or bruised anymore."

The three ghost-hunting musketeers pondered this thought for a moment until Danny angrily retorted, "What do you mean 'like she said she was,' you aren't possibly implying that she was deceiving us? Tucker, we may not know her yet, but she's still my daughter no matter what time zone she's in, and she was telling me the truth!"

The frustrated teen's temples began to ache again, and his body to burn with fever, and his stomach to churn with nausea.

"Dude, Danny, get a grip," his cautious friend tried to soothe. "She lit you on fire. She and her little band of ghost nazis were really messing people up out there. Do you not remember what Sam and I looked like when we came for you? Why we even came for you? I'm just keeping every possibility open. We've been deceived by many scheming ghosts, and just because this one calls you Daddy, doesn't change anything. You weren't out there. You don't understand how traumatizing she is."

Danny was in his face now, spewing the words, "I don't understand? I don't understand. Tucker, you listen to me. I understand completely and fully. Don't you dare hurl your degrading accusations at me. You weren't in here. You don't understand. You don't have a clue. She is an answered prayer to all of us."

"Danny." Sam dizzily took to her feet and pressed a cool hand against his hot and furious chest. "Settle down, Tucker is right to keep all possibilities open. I believe you that she's our daughter, and that she means well, but that doesn't mean we throw caution to the wind and trust her with our lives."

The wildfire pulsing through poor Daniel fled once again from him at the girls sweet, iced touch. He held Tucker's gaze as his eyes left the room and his mind.

"You both don't understand. She traumatizes me..." He whimpered in the smallest whisper, without the knowledge that he had, or even the knowledge of what he meant.

His focus again found itself in the present, and in his home, and faced in a temper rage against his best friend. "Tucker, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I, I'm not myself. There's a lot still on my mind. I'm very confused...frightened, even... But, it'll all be alright. I promise you both that, I'll always make sure everything will turn out alright."

Sam chewed her lip with anxious nerves at his somber tone. There was no hope where there should have been in such a statement.

She slid her fingers from the twisted knots she'd formed in his shirt and placed them under his chin, tilting his eyes to meet hers.

"Danny, we're going to spend the evening together. We're going to clear your mind of everything heavy and just be together for a while. Okay?"

"Yes, please. Immediately."

Nothing more perfect could have been suggested. An enormous smile spread between their faces.

"What would you like to do tonight? I'm taking you wherever you want to go. And Tucker you're spending the night afterwards." Knowing tomorrow everything would be set right, he seemed to become excited that the night would be fun, the boy needed it more than anyone. Light filled his eyes, flooded his body with energy.

Both gawked in bewilderment at this sudden enthusiasm in their friend.

"Um," Sam thought. As long as she was with him she was more than happy. "Surprise me. You're great with surprises."

"Sure," He beamed. "Tucker I'll call you to come over when I'm on my way home. Sam I'll come get you in...an hour I guess. I'll see y'all in a little bit, I gotta find Jazz and my parents, and I'll probably shower."

At this point, there would be no way that the two friends would comprehend his extreme change of disposition, but there would also never be a chance that either would question it for one moment. Yet, as the two left they felt as if they already knew of drastic change soon to meet them. Only, they speculated an entirely too optimistic and unrealistic form of drastic.