Danny and Anna were training alone in the Fenton Lab. Even though Danny was sore about Anna's ability to beat him in a fight, he agreed to take fighting lessons from her, after a brutal beating from Dash a few days before. Anna and Danny had spread mats out on the floor to cushion any falls. They were squaring off so Anna could teach Danny a throw. "Come at me," she commanded.

Danny ran towards Anna in his ghost form. "Lean forward to grab me," she ordered, taking a few slow steps back as Danny approached. Danny leaned forward as he got closer to her, and then, when he was only a few feet away, Anna reached out, grabbed Danny by the elbows, and pitched herself onto her back. She swung a leg up and planted a foot in the middle of Danny's chest to keep him in the air as she let his momentum carry him over her. Danny grunted with pain as her foot made contact and he flew over her and towards a lab bench.

"Why can't I ever be the one to throw you?" Danny muttered as he phased through the lab bench.

"Well," Anna pointed out, "now you get to try it on me." She went over and stretched a hand out to Danny to help him up. As she pulled him to his feet, he lost his balance and snaked an arm around her waist to keep himself upright. He flailed around for a few more seconds, and Anna grabbed his shoulders. When he finally got himself steady, neither of them moved for a few moments.

"Danny?"

"You…" Danny bit something back. "Your hair's in your face." He pushed a lock of her lime-green ghost hair back behind her ear.

"Thanks." Anna grabbed Danny's wrist and pulled him back to the middle of the lab. "Now try the throw." She took a few steps back from Danny, and paused, wound for a fight. "Ready? One, two, three!" She ran at Danny, inclined forward as if to tackle him. Danny did as she had done, grabbing her elbows, and dropping backwards, pulling Anna over his head. He didn't fall backward quickly enough, though, and as Anna passed over him her boot caught him in the jaw. "Oof!" he grunted.

"Yeah," Anna said nonchalantly, soaring over Danny and turning a somersault so that she landed in a crouch. "You've really got to fall on your back and let your opponent just go over you. If you need to get him up higher, prop him up with your foot. Let's try again."

The next day, the gang was sitting in the school courtyard, eating lunch and enjoying one of the last few nice days before the weather got too cold. Anna was coldly looking over Sam's shoulder while Sam sketched in a notebook, while Danny and Tucker were eagerly swapping newly released cheat codes for Rainforest Demolition.

"Hey, Fen-Toenail!"

Danny clenched his fist on the lunch table. His eyes flashed.

Dash came up behind Danny and smacked him across the back of the head. Kwan was close behind. "I didn't know that you were such a loser you had to look outside the country for friends!"

Danny pounded his fist on the table, and his eyes lit up green. He started to stand up, until Anna leaned forward across the table and grabbed Danny's forearm, pressing it to the table to keep him in place. "Danny," she snapped, "keep a lid on it."

"Let him fight, you little fenian," Dash taunted her, getting in Danny's face.

Anna froze, still holding Danny to the table. "What…the hell…did you just call me?" She and Dash glared at each other. "Baxter…" she growled. "You're English, aren't ya? You learned that from your parents."

"Told my Dad you were here," Dash replied. "He told me all about your people. Terrorists!" he barked in her face. "People like you killed his grandparents! Never thought you'd shy away from a good fight!"

"A Room of One's Own! What is going on here?" Mr. Lancer appeared out of nowhere, arms folded.

"Baxter was makin' racist comments against me, Mr. Lancer," Anna growled. "Called me a fenian, and smacked Danny around for no reason."

"And why, may I ask, are you holding Mr. Fenton down?"

"He wanted to defend my honor, Mr. Lancer. I didn't want him to get in trouble."

"I see." Mr. Lancer turned to Dash. "Mr. Baxter, while your being a star football player lets you get away with much, I cannot allow you to make such comments to Miss Morrigan. Please come with me." He grabbed Dash by the back of his collar and dragged him away from the lunch table.

Anna kept Danny pinned to the table until Mr. Lancer and Dash were safely out of sight. Then she let go and sat back. She picked up a pencil and started doodling in the corner of Sam's sketchbook. She looked as calm as if nothing had happened, but she was pressing the pencil so hard into the paper the tip broke off.

"What did you stop me for?" Danny shouted at her. "I could have taken him! I could have thrown him against the wall! Oof!" He bent over and grunted as Anna kicked him hard in the shin.

Anna was glaring at him. "Keep…your…cool…" she growled through clenched teeth.

"Why did you teach me how to fight if you won't let me?"

"Danny," Anna muttered, stabbing her fork into her Caesar salad, "count to ten."

Danny let out an angry puff of air, then sullenly counted to ten under his breath. And then counted to ten again.

"Danny," Anna said, "you shouldn't need military-grade training from me to know to pick your fights!" She pointed in the direction Dash and Mr. Lancer had gone. "You…would…lose…that…fight. Probably at a bigger cost than you'd think. So please, don't tell me about it." Anna picked up her tray and her backpack and walked off.

That night, Jazz knocked on Anna's bedroom door.

"Go away, Jazz," Anna called from inside. There was a series of soft thumps. "I'm not in the mood for a therapy session tonight."

"What did Dash call you, today?" Jazz called through the door. "I don't think Danny got it right, but from what his said, you got pretty mad."

The thumping inside stopped. Anna opened the door. She was unwinding bandages from around her hands. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling that used to be used for plants was a brown leather punching bag. "Where did you get that from?" Jazz asked.

"Amity Gym," Anna grunted nonchalantly. "They were going to get rid of it, so I nicked it outta their bins and fixed it up a bit."

"What did Dash call you at lunch today?" Jazz pestered.

Anna sighed and turned away. "Called me a fenian. Go away, Jazz." Anna slammed the door behind her.

Jazz went back down the hall to her bedroom, where this time Danny was waiting. As soon as she entered he pounced on her. "What did she say?"

"Nothing. But she did repeat what Dash called her." Jazz sat down at her laptop and opened up the internet. After several misspellings, she finally managed to find the term in an online dictionary. As she read through the word and its etymology, her brow furrowed. "Danny," she said suddenly, spinning around in her swivel chair, "where did Anna say that river was? The river she talked about when you went on that picnic?"

"Gee, I don't remember," Danny protested, "Jazz, it was ages ago."

Jazz ran down the hall and banged on Anna's door.

Anna ripped open the door. "What?" she roared.

"River Roe," Jazz interrogated her, "where is it?"

"Jazz, what the hell-"

"Just, where is it?" Jazz barked.

"County Derry. Jazz-"

Jazz slammed the door shut and ran back down the hall to Danny. "Something's not right," she said to him . "I haven't figured it out yet, but I will. There's something not right about Anna's story."

"How do you know?" Danny asked, thoroughly confused.

"I just…know, Danny. Go away, I have to do some research."

"Let me save you the trouble." Danny and Jazz both jumped and turned. Anna was propped up against Jazz's bedroom door frame. She looked exhausted, but was staring straight at Jazz. "You're thinking what I think you're thinking, right?"

"You're not from Dublin," Jazz said softly.

"No, no I'm not. Not really. The orphanage was in Dublin. But I wasn't born in Dublin."

"You're from Derry."

"Yeah."

"Were you…"

"Yeah." Anna nodded slowly. "My parents were."

Danny looked back and forth between the two of them, thoroughly confused. "Jazz, what's going on?"

"Danny, go away," Jazz said softly. When he didn't move, she barked, "Now!" Danny scowled and darted out of the room. Anna came inside and shut the door. "How did your parents die?" Jazz asked her quietly.

"There was a raid," Anna murmured, almost too quiet for Jazz to hear. "My parents shut me in a broom cupboard and told me they'd come back for me when everything was alright. I never saw them again. Not until the funerals." She slid down on the floor next to Jazz's bed. "The British Army was looking for the remnants of an old 'RA splinter group."

"How did you end up in Dublin?" Jazz asked, taking a seat at her desk.

"Friends of my parents. They got me south after my parents died. They knew my parents wouldn't want me to be another Catholic orphan in a northern orphanage, surrounded by unionist kids." She looked up at Jazz. "There you go. Now you have every detail of my nasty, violent past. You happy now?"

"Anna, were they…"

"They got out before I was born." Anna ran her thumb along her lower lip. "Were there people around us still workin'? Yeah. And did my parents do them favors? Probably. Beyond that, it's none of your business, so I'd prefer if you wouldn't ask."

"Can I tell Danny? And his friends? Should I tell them?" Jazz leaned forward. "Anna, is there anything that's going to come back to bite us?"

"No," Anna growled. "The last person I saw from my parents' past was that Galway crab who helped me get out. And you're not going to tell Danny and the others. If anyone's going to tell them, it's going to be me. But I'm not going to. Like I said, it's none of their business."

"Anna, your parents…"

"My parents are dead!" Anna snapped. "What does it matter? What does any of it matter now? My parents have nothing to do with what happened to me, and they have nothing to do with my being here now. I'm not gonna apologize for not telling you, so don't you sit there expecting it." Anna jumped to her feet and marched quietly out of Jazz's room. A few minutes later, Jazz heard the renewed sound of Anna's blows landing on her stolen punching bag.