2:38 in the morning found Sam Manson peacefully sleeping in her room. She had a smile on her face as she dreamt of the empty, broken Stone sitting on her desk. She knew that with it blank, she had the ability to write her own destiny, and that was all she had ever wanted.
Danny, on the other hand, couldn't manage such peace. His heart was broken, and there was nothing he wanted more than to chase down the ghost that he sensed two minutes before.
He followed the icy feeling around the familiar streets of his town. These specific streets he would be walking down within just a few hours, as it lead the way to Sam's where he would pick her up with Tucker to walk to school.
Danny attempted to fly past her house, but the familiar scream from inside stopped him. He phased through the window to find Sam in a fighting stance with a very evident scowl on her face.
"My dear, do not be frightened." A familiar voice boomed throughout her room.
"Oh, I'm not." She muttered as she tiptoed toward her computer desk where the Fenton Thermos stood. "I'm just extremely annoyed."
"But why?" Saint Valentine questioned as he appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Danny turned visible just in time for the ghost to glance at him. "You got what you wanted. An empty slate, an unwritten destiny."
"Oh, so you're messing with me." Sam chuckled dryly. "Why write anything on my Stone just to take it away? Why not give me a blank one to begin with?"
"You don't understand, I do not control the Stones." He began to float, looking back at the girl. "I simply protect them."
"So who controls them?" Danny finally spoke up. His mind was racing with everything he had just heard. Sam had been given a SoulMate, and it was taken away?"
"Destiny." The Saint smiled. "You see, sometimes, souls change. Life can take a toll on one's soul, changing them and thus, changing their fate."
Before any more questions could be answered, the ghost was gone, leaving a very confused Sam and Danny to stare at the spot he had just been.
"Care to explain?" Danny asked after a minute of awkward silence.
