Theory
"Alright," said Tucker, clapping his hands. "I have a theory!"
Blinking at the sudden introduction, Danny and Sam shared a glance. "Um, a theory?" Danny asked, hestitant as to what this might be about.
"Yeah, about that obsession thing, remember?" Sam's groan was loud enough to send a discouraging wave towards Tucker. "You don't have to listen to it, I just thought you might want to," he grumbled, letting himself fall onto Danny's chair.
"No, I wanna hear it," Danny said, looking at Sam. "Don't you?"
"Fine, fine, hit us with it." After a second's thought, she added, "And I mean metaphorically, so don't get any ideas, Foley."
"A shame," Tucker replied, grinning. "But anyway, remember how you got all restless and shiver-y after staying away from Amity too long?"
Danny raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I was there," he deadpanned.
"Right, so what if it's not an obsession thing, like saving people or anything, but a haunt?"
"Wait, what?"
"It's just like every ghost movie in existence!"
Sam was lying back on Danny's bed, both hands pressed on her face in frustration. "Tucker."
"No, listen, it makes sense. Amity Park is Danny's territory, since he died here."
If either of them noticed Danny's flinch, they didn't say.
"But isn't the haunt usually just a house or something?" Danny interjected.
"For weak ghosts," Tucker added. "Think about it."
"Alright, thanks, we're thinking about it," rushed Sam. "Can we do something relevant now?"
"Or something fun?" asked Danny.