It was five o'clock in the evening. I had invited Tucker and Sam over for dinner (they had both sneaked out from their houses to see me), when there was a spontaneous downpour of rain that roared out of the sky, and the power went out. Fed up, I was mumbling to myself when there was a loud, dull knock on the front door. Without waiting for an answer the Guys in White burst through the door.
"I hate this," I heard one of them mumble. They were shivering under their white umbrellas.
"Daniel Fenton," one finally said sheepishly, "we need your help." I just stared at them blankly. "We need your help because the power line has shifted position in the storm, causing the power to go out."
"What business is that of mine?" I challenged.
The man sighed. "No one in town is crazy enough to volunteer to hold it in place during the storm, so we need you to do it."
"Are you crazy?!" I balked. "That rain will drench me out there! And I'm not your –or the town's – maid," I added angrily. "Just because I try to do good for the town doesn't mean that I'm at your beck-and-call!"
"Uh, you can become…become..."
"Intangible?" I nearly screamed at them. "What makes you think you can --!"
"Whatever," the man stroked his white tie contemplatively, not listening to me. "The point is, you can avoid the rain when other people can't."
"And why would I want to do that?" I growled. "We're perfectly fine surviving without power for an hour while the storm clears up."
"For one, it's a nice thing to do for the town." The man paused. "I thought you wanted to help out? We can always say you refused violently, and completely destroy your reputation. We can say anything about you and people will believe us. And if you don't do this little 'favor', we'll shoot you. Right here, and now. We have permission to do so because you're half-ghost, and therefore not classified as a human under the town's laws."
"Well then," I said, speechless. "So, uh, how long do you expect this monstrosity to last?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter," the man said slyly. "We'll be watching you, and if you stop for anything, you will be –"
"All right, all right!" I said quickly. "But when the storm is over, don't expect me to be Mr. Nice Danny Phantom anymore." I became Danny Phantom in rage, and everyone stared at me. "What're you looking at?!"
I flew after them outside, to the place where the power line had broken. I became intangible and, telling myself that payback was inevitable, held up the power line.
After a while, though, I was exhausted. Feeling my energy give way, I changed back into Danny Fenton. Instantly soaked through, I prepared to go home, but saw some of the Guys in White watching me with guns from inside a building near the broken power line. "I'm a human! What are you doing this for? I'm a human!!!" But they either couldn't hear me over the rain or they were choosing to ignore me.
Forty-five minutes later, I banged open the door to my house, sopping wet. "I hope you enjoyed your power," I spat venomously at my family, then charged up to my room, where I grabbed a towel and jumped into my bed, which was a stupid thing to do because it was immediately too wet to sleep in. Crying with more rage and exhaustion than sadness, I fell asleep almost at once.