This chapter actually came ou the way I liked it! FF was being retarded Friday, and I couldn't upload nothing (I used bad grammar on purpose). I swear, next chapter is...actiony.

White Walls

Suspense

That Room Where All the Planning Goes On, Clockwork's Castle:

"Oof!" Tucker falls forward onto his face. Sam is a bit more steady, though she is definitely disoriented. Lev, Nick, and Serenity seem okay.

A bit after returning everybody to their physical bodies, Serenity growls and leaves the castle, claiming she needs to clear her head.

Sam stares confusedly after her. "What is with her?" she asks the room in general, only to discover Tucker is the only other one there. Clockwork drifts over to her, looking rather defeated.

"Are you referring to her tendency to act the way you've been acting lately?" he asks as he perks up a bit at the reminder that the children are still themselves. Tucker smirks behind him.

Sam sputters angrily for a few minutes. Finally she settles down and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she says resignedly. "It seems like one moment she is a ball of sunshine, the next she is an angry...well, demon."

Tucker nods, agreeing. Clockwork looks down. "I suppose I must tell you, it may have significant impact on the future. Normally she's a cross between happy and depressed. When Nick is around,or when she achieves something hard she's happy. When she uses too much energy, her healing factor is a bit temperamental. Her past comes back to her, causing her to...brood."

Sam interrupts, misunderstanding. "That's no reason to act angry."

"Don't you get it? She had to watch as her friends were slain. Her parents sent her to be tortured. She isn't acting. She is angry. Angry at life. She has done things that are suicidal to normal humans. You don't jump off the Empire State building because Danny is missing, do you?"

Tucker winces. Clockwork has an excellent point.

"But that is enough explanation. You must get back to planning," he says, glancing at a clock on the wall.

"We have a plan. Lev and Nick know about it. We just need to tell it to Se...Emma..." Tucker retorts.

"No need," someone says, stepping out of the shadows. "Limited psychic, remember?"

Sam frowns. "Did you hear all of that?" she asks.

Serenity smiles, a vampire smile. "You know how Clocky-" ("HEY!!!") "-said I was angry? Lecter plays a big part. Of course I'll...distract her."

Tucker smiles. "Then tomorrow we get Danny out of there."

"HITLER WAS NOT DERANGED, HE WAS INSANE!" somebody who sounds specifically like Nick screams.

"THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE!"

Sam and Tucker look at each other as Emma runs out of the room, shouting something about asylums and straightjackets.

The Fight Room, The Institute:

Danny stares blankly at the pathetic ghost before him.

The loudspeakers beeped. "You better'd hurry, 653. I told 662 here that I would..."she gave a hearty sniff, "be his friend if he destroyed you."

"You...you wouldn't be my fwieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend! Why wouldn't you?" Klemper asks.

They stare at each other for a bit longer.

Finally Lecter rolls her eyes. "I'm going to go analyze that data, 653. If that idio-um, good friend of mine-" (Klemper beams) "-isn't either eating your corpse or on the ground oozing ectoplasm, there'll be hell to pay."

They simply stared at each other some more.

"Will you be my fwieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend?" Klemper asks yet again.

Danny bargains for time.

"Um...only if you don't hurt me. Or hug me so hard I die..."

"But...if I don't do that...then that nice lady will not be my fwiend!" Klemper says worriedly, shifting from foot to foot in mid-air.

'Nice lady?' Danny thinks. Out loud he says, "That...erm, nice lady..." (he shakes off the strangeness of it) "wouldn't be as good of a friend as I would be. If we worked together, we could get back home and find many more friends. Wouldn't that be nice?"

'I guess talent with psychology is a recessive trait in this family...' Danny thinks as Klemper seems to mull this over. 'Jazz certainly got both alleles...' He mentally hits himself. 'Where the heck did that come from? I never pay attention in biology! Did Lancer ever even go over dominant and recessive traits?'

Danny snaps out of his reverie as Klemper nods. "That's a good idea. But I don't want to hurt the nice lady."

"Oh, we won't have to," 'though if I get the chance I certainly will take it' "we just have to get out without her noticing. If she notices, we'll have to stay here and never make any other friends."

Klemper claps excitedly. "Goodie! Let's do it!"

Tucky's Room, The Foley Residence:

'Big, white, and unidentified. This has to be it,' Valerie thinks as the mouse hovers over a large building. It is unidentified everywhere, and the occasional white van would be pulling up when she closed and reopened Google Earth.

She jots down the coordinates of the building and leaves, being sure to delete the history of visited websites.

Once she gets back to her apartment, she starts planning.

"Let's see...if I distract whoever is there...Danny should take the hint and escape...but the door is probably locked...he's a ghost, what am I saying? That won't matter. Then...how would I get out? I'd be relying only on my ghost-hunting skill...but that should keep me alive long enough to beat the key out of some dude. Then I'd escape as well...and we'd all live happily ever after."

In reality, there are many more thoughts than that, but most of them go around that general idea.

That is her best plan, and the only one that might work. Might. But that is better than "impossible", like that one that involved a rodeo monkey...

Today is Friday. Saturday...that is her best bet, as Sunday is the sabbath. The ghosts are less dormant on Sunday.

So she will make the move tomorrow.


Hm. Is it coincidence that the children and Valerie's plan are going to happen on the same day? Maybe...;S...(giggles) I liked this chapter. The cliffie ain't TOO bad, and all I'm saying about next chapter...actiony, and with a cliffie that will have me shot.

Has anybody heard about the Virginia Tech shooting? 33 people died, and the gunman commited suicide. It was two hours after the first shots that the students were alerted of anything, and that...just horrible. Can you peoples that read these tellme what you think about it? If you want more information, I can bombard you with it. Just ask.

I'd do a shout-out, but I shouldn't be on the computer and am pushing it as it is...;

I need you to sign your father's name on the tax return.