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Danny woke with his wrists throbbing crazily. He started to rub them, but felt something on top of them.
"Hello, punk," a voice boomed from above him. A white ghost in a hat stood there, creating a looming shadow on top of the young halfa.
"Walker?" Danny asked. "Oh great, just what I need, jail time. Isn't it bad enough that my mom hates me?"
Walker grabbed him by the collar of his jumpsuit.
"Apparently not," Danny sighed.
"Listen up, punk," Walker shouted. "You still have to serve your time, tripled now that you've escaped, but you're not spending it in my jail this time. There's been a transfer. You'll be put in a place guarded by ghost hunters that shove ghosts back into the prison when they escape. You know the type, don't you, boy?" Walker allowed himself a short laugh. "Don't worry, punk. Behave yourself and your three thousand years will be over before you know it."
"Huh, jail transfer?" Danny mumbled to himself. "Where could I possibly be going?"
One of the Ghost Zone's police cars rolled up beside them, with the back doors wide open. Walker tossed Danny into the vehicle and strolled up to it. "And this time, you're not getting out, Phantom."
Walker slammed the doors shut. Danny could hear the key clicking the door locked from the inside.
Danny took a look around. His surroundings looked the same as they had when he was first in the GZPD vehicle, maybe Walker forgot that humans could . . .
Danny got zapped. He had started transforming and his handcuffs had quickly reacted and made it impossible for him to turn human. He groaned and sat down on the bench. "On the bright side, if they're as much like me as Walker says, they'll realize that I'm innocent and let me go."
Jack's stomach growled. His family had been searching the Ghost Zone for hours, and there was still no sign of Danny.
"Maddie, I think it's time to break out the Fenton Portable Dinners!" he said.
Maddie rolled her eyes. "Jack, we didn't bring the portable dinners."
He frowned. "You mean we have to go home and leave Danny in the Ghost Zone to get them?"
"Yes, that's what I said," she responded, turning the Specter Speeder around.
Jack's stomach growled louder. "Okay, but I'm going to look for Danny again, right after dinner."
The doors opened and Walker, once again, lifted Danny by his collar until they were nose to nose. He was leaning against a bulky red storage unit. He tapped it carefully. "All right, punk. This is your new prison. No funny business, you hear?"
Danny nodded.
"Well then, that's settled," Walker said.
Walker held Danny at an arm's length away and pulled a switch. A small door opened on the storage unit. Walker let go of Danny, who was sucked in. He closed the trap. "So long punk," he said.
About the storage unit, anyone who's watched the Ghost Busters (first movie, or any episodes with the containment unit in it) will recognize it, I hope.
