Me: Chapter 10! I have to try and make this more special!

Danny: *sarcastically* Oh Hayden, how ever is that possible?

Me: *Glares at Danny then ignores him* Before we start, today is the tenth anniversary of 9/11. I may live in England, but I remember the day just as well. I was drinking orange juice when I saw the news XD. Anyway, I would like to dedicate this chapter to all the people who died in this attack. Rest in peace, guys. This chapter is special because it's also a songfic for Danny's P.O.V, which is a special treat because they take ages to get right for me. It's hard, you know. The song (unsurprisingly by McFly) is called Not Alone. It's a great song, and you should really, really go and listen to it on YouTube.

Danny: A Songfic! Awsomesauce!

Me: *facepalm*

Danny: I'll do the replies today! Thanks for all your lovely, lovely reviews everyone :) Hope we get twice as many this chappie; it's extra special after all.

GhostGirl36: Milk and lemonade in one drink? That's gonna taste weird… Hayden's looking forward to trying it!

Jordylilly777: That sounds tasty! Thanks for your review!

Phanfan925: Hayden almost made you cry? I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing…

The Monkey Girl: I don't think Hayden's never actually tasted Froot Loops. She only found out that you could get them in the UK when Tom from McFly said he went to see a movie with a box full of 'em. SHE MUST GET SOME!

XXRosaliaXx: Awsomesauce is my favourite word! Where did you first hear it?

Jasmine: Maybe you should make an account? If you've written any fics I'm sure Hayden would love to read them! You think I'm awesome? Awww, thanks.

Lolxxx: No, wait! I haven't got to that bit yet!

Ghostfinder: I'm trying my best to be as quick as possible, don't worry.

Inuyuke: Intense… is a cool word! :) :) :) Thanks for your review on No Worries as well!

EXILE, chapter 10

(Sam's P.O.V)

"You have to be even quieter now," Wulf told us, "Walker's office is extremely close by."

Tucker nodded in understanding and I explained to Jazz and Valerie what the ghost had just said. They nodded to and we continued, as quiet as mice, along the corridor.

I read the signs painted in a sickly green colour on the doors. Many of them led to guards' dormitories and bathrooms. I could hear voices coming from inside most of them and I guessed that that was where the guards went to tell the other guards that it was time for their shift.

When we came close to a certain purple door, Wulf paused and sniffed the air. I could guess who was in that room before I even looked at the sign; Walker. Judging by the gap between the entrance to his office and the next door along, I could tell that the office inside was extremely large.

I didn't realise I was standing still, staring, until Tucker grabbed my wrist and urgently waved his hand in front of my face. He showed me his watch and pointed to the long hand.

We had two minutes.

Jazz, seeing the little time we had left, suddenly shouted out in surprise, "We're nowhere near the exit yet! What are we going to do?"

Our eyes widened and Danny's older sister immediately realised what she had just said. She put her hand over her mouth, and let out a quiet gasp. The next voice we heard didn't come as a surprise to any of us.

"I was wondering when you were going to try and get out of here," Walker said.

(Danny's P.O.V)

Life is getting harder, day by day

"Tell me where my children are, ghost!" My dad sent another shot of electricity through the cold examination table and into my back. I held back a scream, but it didn't stop the lightly glowing tears trickle down my cheeks.

"For the last time, I'm Danny!" I tried my best to convince him, "And I have absolutely no idea where Jazz is!"

"You're not Danny; our son couldn't have possibly betrayed us like this. You just overshadowed him to turn us against our own family," Mum narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly I understood. My parents didn't believe that I was the ghost boy; they still thought that Fenton and Phantom were two totally different people. If I could just escape, it would make life a whole lot easier. But my chances of getting away were almost one in a million. I smiled to myself. If I could just use this to my advantage, I might just find my way out of here.

And I don't know what to do, what to say, yeah

But the problem was just how I was supposed to work this to my advantage. I didn't really hold the cards at that moment. My parents could have done anything to me by now. I was stuck to another examination table for the second time in about a week. I guess you could say that I wasn't the luckiest guy in the world.

And my mind is growing weaker every step I take

"Right Phantom, we want answers. Now." My mum took out a knife, not much different to the one I had almost been skinned alive with by Skulker, and pointed it at my chest. I swallowed nervously, but said nothing.

"I'll say it again, ghost," Mum pushed down slightly harder with the blade, until it sliced through the DP logo on my jumpsuit and began to dig into my skin, "Tell me where my children are, or this knife is going to go down until it hits the table, got it?"

"But Mads, we can't hurt him remember?" Dad interrupted.

It's uncontrollable. Now they think I'm fake, yeah

"I know that Jack," my mum replied with an angry sigh, "but we can't tell that to him, can we? Now we can't threaten him. The fact that he believed we would end his afterlife was our only bargaining chip."

"Oh, sorry." Jack apologised without really knowing what he did wrong.

Suddenly, I heard the familiar ring of the Fenton doorbell sound. Both my parents looked up. My dad raced for the stairs, yelling that he'd answer it. Maddie followed close behind, making sure that her husband wouldn't break anything in his wake.

All was silent for a while, and then I heard the sound of footsteps returning. But this time, it seemed like there was another person with my parents. My questions about this mysterious somebody were answered as a well-dressed Vlad Masters walked into the lab and smiled a slightly unnerving smile.

"Hello, Daniel," the billionaire halfa walked over to the table I was tied to.

"What do you want, Vlad?" I narrowed my eyes.

"If I told you, dear boy, then that would be unfair," Vlad replied simply.

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"All in good time child," the older man said. Then he did something really surprising.

He let me go.

"Maddie and Jack, I didn't ask for the boy to be tied up, did I?" he asked my parents accusingly. They shook their heads in reply.

"Daniel, I sorry that-"he caught sight of the tear in my jumpsuit, "Did Maddie and Jack do this to you?"

Unsure what to say, I nodded my head.

Vlad sighed. "I guess if you want something done," he said, "you've got to do it yourself." He turned his back on me and followed by Maddie and Jack, went to get something in the corner of the room.

I immediately took this chance to escape, phasing through the ceiling and flying out into the street.

But why would Vlad leave me so unguarded? Didn't he figure out that I would try something like this if he untied me? Maybe he had a plan- something more than just a simple 'get Maddie as my wife and Danny as my son' plan- a big plan in which I played a big part.

I racked my brain, trying to work out why Vlad was acting so unusual. I guessed froot loops never changed.

'Cause I'm not alone, no, no, no. But I'm not alone, no, no, no. I'm not alone…

(Valerie's P.O.V)

"You're not going in a cell anyway near them," Walker pushed me into a chamber much smaller than the one I had stayed in that was next to Sam, Tucker, Jazz and Wulf. This locked me in and this time two guards stood stationary outside my new cell, aware of my every move.

At least I knew who Wulf was now; a giant animal-ghost who spoke a retired language that only Sam and Tucker understood. He seemed friendly, which was strange for a creature his size. I had no idea how Sam and Tucker knew Esperanto, but I was sure it was to do with the fact that they had a map of the Ghost Zone. They knew much more about ghosts than I think they were letting on, and somehow, I had to find out just what it was that they hadn't told me.

Sitting on the hard bed, I began to nibble away at some stale bread and cheese that was left for me on a plate. It tasted horrible, but it was my only option of food. I wasn't prepared to go on a hunger strike – it would just make things more difficult.

(Danny's P.O.V)

And I, I get on the train on my own

Amity Park subway was unusually full of people. Many had phones to their ears, or huge briefcases and suitcases. There were a few stalls around selling flowers and cards or coffee. I brought a carton of orange juice with the last of the money I had found in my jeans' back pocket. Then I found a quiet spot to phase through the ticket barrier and board the next train.

I had no idea where I was heading, but anywhere apart from Amity Park was safe. I found a fairly empty carriage with only a few people on laptops were sitting, engrossed in their work.

And my tired radio keeps playing tired songs.

The closet person to me was asleep with their iPod on. I panicked slightly when I realised I didn't have any belongings. As wrong as it was, I would probably need to use my powers to steal things to survive.

I decided to sleep myself to pass the time, so I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes, waiting for unconsciousness to take me over.

And I know that there's not long to go. Oh, and all I wanna do is just go home

'Cause I'm not alone

Me: Sorry for the lack of action in this chappie! I just needed to move it along :)

Danny: Review! Review! Review!

Me: R.I.P all the victims of 9/11.