THUMP.

Danny started awake. He stared around. There was no one there. He put out a hand and touched the wall between his and Anna's rooms. The wall turned transparent. Jimmy was sitting in Anna's desk chair.

Danny growled, and changed into his ghost form. He marched through the wall, arms folded. "Get out of my house," he barked at Jimmy.

Jimmy spun around in Anna's chair. "What's your problem?" he snapped at Danny. "I loved her! She was my wife! I miss her just as much as you do!"

"You never loved her!" Danny shouted. "All those year she was trapped in that lab? You never tried to get her out. You just let her float there! You never tried to save her! If you had tried to get her out, they wouldn't have turned her half ghost, and she wouldn't be dead!"

"You weren't there!" Jimmy protested. "You don't know what it was like! She was twelve, and I was thirteen when I got sucked into the Guys in White and their madness!"

"So?" Danny shouted. "You were so damn brave when the opportunity to get her out just presented itself! But you never took the initiative to try to protect her. You just left her, just stood by and watched while they tortured her."

"That's enough," Jimmy growled.

"You know," Danny said, giving emphasis to each word for added spite, "She never mentioned you. She forgot about you. She left you behind. She probably woulda forgotten about you! She seemed quite taken with a young man in her art class…" Now Danny was just talking out of his ass, but he knew it would infuriate Jimmy.

But Danny wasn't expecting Jimmy's response.

Jimmy leapt up, flew straight at Danny, and gave him a right hook that felt like it would about split Danny's head in two. While Danny reeled, seeing stars, Jimmy grabbed the front of Danny's suit and threw him – threw him! – around in an arc and into the opposite wall. He flew over, grabbed Danny, picked him up, and slammed him into the wall. "You think Anna learned all her fighting from the Guys in White?" he roared into Danny's face. "You really think so? No! Some of it comes from being a real scrappy Irish kid, fighting your way around an orphanage, trying to keep your life bearable."

Danny gagged, trying to say something. Jimmy slammed him against the wall again. "No! You listen to me! You knew her for six months! Six months! And you don't even know anything about her past! You know how she grew up? Her parents worked for the IRA! The Irish Republican Army! They made bombs, and stored guns in cupboards! They got out of the game when they had Anna, but they still did favors for their friends in the Army!" He slammed Danny into the wall again. "You know how her parents died? They were shot! By British soldiers! Her parents shut her in a cupboard, told her they'd come back for her when everything was okay! Well guess what? It didn't turn out okay! They raped her mother, just because, and shot and killed both her parents! And she never saw them again!"

He slammed Danny into the wall. "You hearing me? So maybe, think about it, there was a chance she was done with bloodshed!" He let go of Danny, who fell to the floor. Jimmy knelt down next to Danny, and hissed angrily in his ear. "Now, the Guys in White did a horrible thing to her. They turned that sweet, beautiful girl into a monster, and I can't help that, even though it killed me to watch every time they sent her into the Ghost Zone." Green ecto-blood was dripping slowly out of Danny's nose. "Remember that lesson she was drilling into you all the time, that you never listened to? Pick. Your. Fights. She told me that about you. That you never listen!" He kicked Danny in the ribs. "That was a fight that we both had the common sense not to pick. I don't know what they were doing to her. Anything I did mighta killed her."

Danny pushed himself to his hands and knees. "Then, why, when she fell out of her cage, did you pull that device out of her neck?"

"She was in pain," Jimmy said quietly. "And…I couldn't stand it. Not anymore. Not when she was so close I could just…" He let the sentence die out.

"And what if you had killed her?" Danny wheezed.

"Then I would've gone straight after her and killed myself." Danny looked up at Jimmy. Jimmy looked perfectly serious. "As it is…" Jimmy added, "things turned out a little differently."

Danny pushed himself into a sitting position, back against the wall. Jimmy slid down the wall and sat down next to him. "What does any of it matter?" Jimmy muttered sullenly. "Anna's still dead."

"Yes, she is," Danny acknowledged.

"So why are we-"

"I don't know," Danny replied.

The door opened. "Danny," Jazz mumbled, "What are you doing?" She had an ecto-blaster in her hand, angled slightly towards Jimmy.

"Settling old differences," Danny mumbled back, squeezing his nose to make it stop bleeding.

"Danny," Jazz grumbled, "the funeral was three weeks ago."

"Not everyone got over it as quickly as you," Danny grunted.

"Just keep it down, will you?" Jazz grumbled, and left, closing the door behind her.

"Fine," Danny replied.

"Nice to meet you," Jimmy added.

"Jimmy, go home," Danny said. "Why did you come here, anyway?"

"I don't have a very good reason. Or any reason, really." Jimmy stood up and opened the closet. He ran his hands over Anna's clothes.

"Go home," Danny mumbled, "Go home, Jimmy. You're just…making it worse for yourself."

"You still don't get it," Jimmy said, spinning around. "Ghosts…don't…die! I'm going to be mourning her from now 'til Judgment Day. Forever! You can't imagine that."

"No," Danny said slowly, "I can't."

"No, you can't," Jimmy snapped.

More silence.

"You should go home," Danny said.

"I should." Jimmy stood up and brushed off his pants out of habit. "If I get home in the middle of the night, the guard might shoot me."

"That might solve a few problems," Danny said sullenly.

Jimmy stretched, and turned to look at the portrait of himself that Anna had painted. "Do you mind if I keep this?" He pointed at the portrait.

"It's ours," Danny said stubbornly.

"It was hers," Jimmy corrected him. "It's not like she left much behind. I'd like to have it."

Danny opened his mouth to say no, but then he heard something drifting through the half-open window. A few errant pink rays were peeking above the Amity Park skyline.

"O-oh-oh-oh fro-ah-deh-eh-eh-ens vi-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ir-ga…"

The fluting, breathy soprano continued to drift through the open window, until Anna's prayer ended, and the ghost of her voice faded away.

Danny and Jimmy sat in silence for a moment. Then Danny vaguely waved his hand. "Take it," he said quietly.

"Thank you," Jimmy said. He floated up and gently unhooked the portrait from the wall. He drifted back down so he stood in front of Danny. He stuck out his hand, and Danny shook it. Jimmy faded back into the Ghost Zone.

Jazz opened the door to Anna's room, and found Danny staring out the window. "I'm proud of you, little brother," she said to him, coming up to him and giving him a hug.

"Then why do I still feel so awful?" Danny moaned.