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Sam stared down at her sketches in the sand. She had been sitting out here ever since the sun came up, seeking solace from the frozen hut that had been her shelter the previous night. It was a misty morning, but still much warmer than in there. Not to mention less awkward.

After their almost intimate moment, Sam and the ghost boy didn't say another word to each other for the remainder of the night. Both of them pretended to go to sleep, but Sam knew they were both faking.

Only after the rain began to lighten up in the middle of the night did she feel her eyelids drooping and soon she had fallen into a deep sleep. She had been shivering for most of the night, even covering herself with sand at one point to see if it would warm her up. Nothing worked, but at least she had shelter from the animals and elements outside.

In the morning, however, she woke up to something peculiar. Draped over her shoulders was a tattered white shirt. There was a small hole in the chest area, and no tags to be found. It wasn't much, but it had stopped her shivering.

Sam pulled the mysterious white shirt away from her shoulders once more to examine it. There were nearly no clues to be found, except for a small fleck of what might have been blood near the collar. The hole in the chest looked too perfectly cut to be an accident, but this was hardly more intriguing than speculating as to where the shirt had come from in the first place.

Phantom wore a hazmat suit, taking him out of the equation. But nobody else could have possibly gotten through that entrance after he sealed it shut last night.

Sam was baffled, but grateful nonetheless. Yawning as she tugged the shirt closer to her body, she returned to her mindless sketching.

She was not an artist by any means, but this small twig was useful and the wet sand made for a great canvas substitute. There were four figures in the sand in front of her: one that appeared to be Tucker, with his glasses and curved facial features. Another was Danny Fenton, with his messy hair and skinny frame. Off to the side was Sam's rough self-sketch standing next to Danny Phantom…with his messy hair and skinny, yet muscular frame. Finally, in the "ocean" area, there was a tombstone with "P.S." inscribed under the word "Rest."

Sam was amused at how similar her sketches of the two Dannys were. Then she frowned. They were almost too similar. But…there was no way…

Sam chuckled to herself. The exhaustion and dehydration must have been affecting her more than she thought. She picked herself up off of the ground and made her way back to their igloo-like home. The Phantom had still been asleep when she sneaked out this morning, and it was probably time to check on that leg wound to see if it needed rewrapping. At least she had a somewhat clean white shirt to use this time.

Much to Sam's surprise, however, the ghost boy was not inside.

"Phantom?" she called out uncertainly, hoping he wasn't off fighting some ghost and injuring himself more than he already was. She needed him to help her find Tucker and Danny. Otherwise, she might end up like…

Stop it, she ordered herself. Thinking like that will never get her and her friends off of this island.

Exiting the icy enclosure, she wandered into the palm grove, looking for signs of life. Or, well, ghosts, to put it more accurately.

"Phantom?" she called out again. No response.

She continued her trek deeper and deeper into the jungle. If she went in far enough, maybe she would run into Danny! And Tucker, of course.

Suddenly, a flash of green light appeared not too far ahead from where she was walking. Knowing that had to belong to Danny Phantom, Sam picked up her pace.

"Phantom? Was that-"

Before she could finish, and enormous, glowing green lizard swiped at her. She was sent flying backwards before making contact with a palm tree. Having the wind completely knocked out of her wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, and the sight of blood flowing down her right shoulder was even more discomforting.

Up ahead, she could vaguely discern Phantom's yells in between the blasts of that green light and the ghost lizard's roars. Sam tried getting up, hoping to help, but immediately fell back. Her vision was swimming and just the act of standing up straight was a challenge.

There was a loud explosion, and even through her closed eyes, Sam could see the flash of light. This was quickly followed by the lizard's roars, growing more and more distant until they faded away completely.

Within seconds of the lizard's defeat, Sam felt two strong arms picking her up off of the ground. A peek through her lidded eyes told her it was Danny Phantom. He smiled wearily down at her, and she even found herself smiling back. She was light, but with the ease in which the ghost boy carried her, one would think she weight less than a feather.

Her shoulder burned from the tiny debris that had made its way into her gaping wound, and Sam felt herself unconsciously hugging the boy more tightly, as if to will away the pain.

After a few minutes of walking, he set her down on some cool sand. They were back on the beach, but far from where they had made camp the night before. Sam winced as he gently pried her hand away from where she had been trying to staunch the wound. It burned tremendously, but a look into his understanding eyes had an immediate calming effect on her.

"Can I borrow this?" he asked quietly, holding the edge of the white shirt that was still hanging from her other shoulder.

Sam nodded. "I don't even know where it came from."

Sam looked at the boy's leg, where a tourniquet made of bits of her shirt had been the day before. It was no longer there.

"Your leg…it's-"

"Healed, yes," he replied, keeping his eyes focused on the task at hand. "Ghosts don't stay injured for long."

"Must be nice," Sam tried to laugh, but the sheer effort of laughing brought pain to her battered insides.

Finishing the wrap on her shoulder, the boy grinned at her. "When you're getting attacked by other ghosts everyday, you don't really have time to enjoy such a luxury."

Sam frowned. So why did he do it? Nobody told him to go fight those ghosts, and from what little she had heard of this boy and Amity Park on the news, he seemed to show up just as a ghost started attacking. Where did he go or what did he do when there weren't any ghosts to fight?

Uncomfortable with the silence, he laughed nervously. "So, I think there's a cave nearby. Maybe we can uh, start looking for Tucker around there."

"And Danny," Sam added, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Of course!" he yelped, almost a little too quickly. "Tucker and Danny. Sorry I'm bad with remembering names."

"And yet you knew my name yesterday before I had even told you what it was."

Sam noted the redness of the boy's cheeks.

"Okay, I admit it. I was spying on you and your friends," he said, biting his lip and breaking off eye contact as he said it.

"Spying on us?" Sam said sharply. "Oh, just because you turn invisible, you think it's just perfectly acceptable to spy on whoever you want? And never offering us help until one of our friends actually died?"

"You three would have died with the rest of the plane passengers if it wasn't for me," the boy snapped bitterly.

Sam was completely taken aback by this. "Wait! Danny told me everyone survived-"

"Yeah, well, he lied," the ghost boy said, closing his eyes. The sheer amount of self-loathing radiating from the boy's facial expression was somewhat disturbing.

Sam stumbled back onto the sand, unable to truly grasp the devastating news. Everyone had died. Everyone. Her teammates, the air stewardesses, the pilots, the rest of the passengers…

"So why us?" Sam whispered after a long period of pure silence. The only sounds around them were the waves crashing on the beach and the occasional seagull flying overhead.

The utter helplessness behind the eyes of her powerful, ghostly savior was almost too much for Sam to bear.

"I had to make a choice," he said, breaking their gaze. "We should get moving."

Sam nodded numbly and followed behind him. They trekked over the jungle's undergrowth for what seemed like several hours before the ghost boy talked to her again. By then, the shock of the tragic news had numbed Sam from any emotion, and the boy had calmed down enough to resume normal conversation.

"The cave is just up that hill," he said, pointing to a dark rocky formation silhouetted against the setting sun. "Think you can make it?"

"Yes."

Sam wondered why a boy who could fly was walking for so long. During their trek through the jungle, she would notice times where it seemed like he was floating, rather than walking. But for the most part, he had been going by foot.

They reached the cave just as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The cool breeze was promising another chilly night, and now that the white shirt was being used as a bandage, Sam had nothing to protect her from the cold.

The ghost boy held up a ball of green light to guide their way into the cave. He didn't just stop walking once they had sufficient shelter over their heads, however. Sam followed him, being sure not to question his motives anymore after their small spat earlier that day.

Finally, they reached the main chamber. Just when Sam thought he was going to declare that they were safe to sleep here for the night, he said, "Oh great."

Sam looked at him, then following his gaze, looked towards the ceiling. There were bats. Thousands of them. But they weren't regular black bats. They were glowing green.

Sam's heart pounded as Danny's ball of light showed just how many bats they had sleeping above their heads. Every inch of this cavern chamber's ceiling was covered by snoozing bats.

Danny tried gesturing for her to remain quiet, but suddenly one of the bats opened its glowing red eyes and screeched at them. Danny and Sam froze as the rest of the bats started opening their eyes and glared down at the intruders. The echoes of screeches became deafening, but it wasn't until the horde of angry bats swooped down upon them did Danny and Sam start running.

No, Danny is not going to become Batman (though Christopher Nolan is my favorite director…). Reviews would be greatly appreciated, as I treasure each and every one :)