Outside, it was raining cats and dogs. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled across the cloud-ridden sky. Crinkling his nose with a thought that Boxy's escapades better not get him sick, Danny set off. It was actually quite easy to find his parents. The squealing tires and curses being tossed into the night air were enough of a trail. How had Jack not had his license taken away yet? Not that the police in town did much anyways. Crime had literally plummeted, and it wasn't like the town was worth much. All the repair costs took care of that.

Danny's ghost sense went off as he neared, though it wasn't the same as when he usually sensed Boxy. His chest seized up and the breath billowed out of his mouth in a great wave of air. Usually it was only a puff. It was weird and made the teen wonder if Boxy had gotten a hold of Pandora's box again, because the larger his breath the more powerful the ghost. Danny started to get anxious, but he pushed it down as the RV came into view.

Danny felt a pang of guilt when he saw the RV swerve around a set of cones on the road surrounding a dent in the concrete that was eerily Danny-shaped. That had really hurt, but Danny felt more sorry for the construction guys having to work in the rain. The teen shivered at the feeling of the wind and rain blowing straight through him. It was still weird to fly in a downpour, even after having the ability for so long. The novelty of it never wore off though, and Danny did a loop in the air just because he could. It still amazed him some days that he could go straight through objects, and defy gravity. Despite his shivering, Danny smiled. Maybe he was still a kid at heart.

Danny was shaken out of his musings by yells.

The RV was off on the side of the road, one wheel on the curb and parking cockeyed as heck. His parents had seemingly stumbled out of the vehicle, each taking aim -at varying levels of skill- at the Box Ghost. Even from almost 50 feet in the air, Danny could make out their faces. Both of their expressions looked like Boxy had personally murdered their puppy. It made Danny want to laugh out loud, did they think he was that much of a threat? He wouldn't hurt a fly, couldn't! They were taking him too seriously. But, as it was, Danny knew better than to interfere. He'd just get himself aimed at. So he turned invisible as well. With how much energy he was using he'd definitely show up on their scanners but they were probably too busy with Boxy tossing boxes at their heads.

"Beware!" He shouted as cardboard lifted into the air. Where did he even find boxes in the middle of town? Danny flipped casually back onto his back. He kept an eye on the scene below, yeah, but he'd only step in if his parents hurt the Box Ghost. The rain continued to pour and Danny was starting to feel a bit winded from using his powers for so long. Flying wasn't as effortless as it looked, even though it was easier in Danny's ghost form.

Boxy dodged the shots easily, and fled when they started getting too close. The ghost turned a corner and Danny finally set off after him. His parents started back for the RV, so Danny knew he'd be out of their sight for a moment. He followed the Box Ghost towards the docks and grabbed the thermos from his belt. After forgetting it one too many times, Jazz sewed a clip onto his belt for him. She's really an awesome sister.

"Hiya there, Boxy," Danny smirked. The ghost looked appalled to see him following close behind and turned to face the halfa. He didn't even get a word in as Danny sucked him into the thermos.

"Aaand, bye Boxy." The teen buckled the thermos back onto his belt and set off for home. Danny turned invisible and intangible as he sped off. He saw the RV stuttering to a stop and turning to follow after him. The teen groaned as he saw his Mom lean out of the passenger's side window and look around wildly. Danny scrunched his nose in annoyance. Still invisible, he returned to human form. The teen stumbled in the air as his hair turned raven. Exhaustion immediately began to take hold. But at least his parents couldn't track him.

Danny hadn't realized how often his legs turned into a tail while he flew. Somehow, the wind still tore at Danny's clothes even though he was intangible. He couldn't go nearly as fast, but at least he was going faster than the RV still driving beneath him. But by the calm, precise turns he could tell his Mom was driving. His Dad only drove when they were hunting ghosts. Danny smiled at his own trick. They couldn't track him as easily in human form. At least not with the tools they had in the RV.

Danny phased into his room at the same time his parents were getting out of the RV and coming inside. The halfa sank to his feet, then to the floor. He knew that using his powers in human form was a bit harder, but staying airborne for those last few yards was like pulling teeth. After a few minutes of resting, and after the sound of voices had died down, Danny dared to venture downstairs. The stairs creaked as Danny descended, and he couldn't help but chuckled when he saw how the wood had been worn away and in a little bit on each step. For some reason it always got him that those had been caused by steps over time. It was fascinating.

Danny reached the living room to see it abandoned, but at least the game was put away. He'd have to thank Jazz tomorrow, she had no doubt gone to bed already. Danny smiled to himself as he realized that he hadn't even been close to being home past his curfew, that he wasn't in trouble that night. The teen hummed a tune as he walked through the kitchen and into the deserted lab, with intentions to release Boxy back into the GZ.